6 comments/ 25564 views/ 12 favorites An Affair to Remember Ch. 01 By: LadyFrost ONE: Jus Primae Noctis It was raining the night they met. The rain slick road seemed to roll on and on into the drab darkness punctuated only by the occasional flash of lightning and the reverberating grumbles of thunder. Mother Nature was a pissed off bitch with a score to settle and the world was her unfortunate scapegoat. The wild winds whistled around the few straggling and struggling motorists on the lonely road, sending cars careening and sliding like penguins on an ice flow. Headlights punctuated the pervasive dark with dogged intensity, providing drivers with patches of vision amidst the swirling maelstrom. A storm had come to River Run and with it a few pathetic travelers. Highway 109 ran a straight path from Pittsburgh to Harrisburg and since the invention of the freeway hadn't seen more than a few truckers still set in their ways and the occasional bus filled with eager old folks looking to make their way to Gettysburg for the war memorials. Those unfortunate enough to be traveling this particular stretch of mostly deserted highway at three in morning were not the most jolly or generous of Samaritans. One such unlucky soul found himself broken down on the side of this deserted highway in the middle of an October down pour with sixteen dollars in his pocket, a can of AMP in his saddlebag, and a motorcycle with a flat tire. Now he was 35 years old. Plenty old enough to know how to change a tire or even to know to carry a SPARE tire with him when he traveled. But, you see, this particular traveler hadn't seen fit to get the spare checked for air in sometime. He might have but the weekend he was going to do this very important thing, a very dear friend had arrived into town and previous plans had fallen by the way side. So here he was, soaked, stranded, starving and trying to hitch a ride at the witching hour from one of three cars that had wildly driven past him in the last hour. It seemed, shockingly, that no one wanted to stop and pick up a six-foot-one, two hundred pound man who was built like a brick shit house in the middle of the night. Imagine his surprise. So what, you may ask, was he doing out on the highway at three in morning? Was it espionage? Was it life or death military details that simply couldn't be put off? Was he racing to save the town from a nuclear strike? No. No indeed. He left that shit to much braver-but not buffer-mediocre super hero types. No no. He was on a much more important mission. He was on his way to his sister's wedding. If he was late not even a horde of flesh eating, face melting minions from the lowest, blackest pits in the seventh circle of Hell would be worse than what his sister would do. Anna would string him up by his gibbly bits and flog the flesh from his bones with very pointy sticks. He'd left with plenty of time to spare. The wedding wasn't until six the following evening. He should have gotten to her place in River Run by eight A.M. or so. Instead, he'd be lucky to make it at all. What kind of hero, you ask, is frightened of his sister? A very, very smart one. And Chris Marshall was smart. Super smart. Uber smart. Mensa quality smart. Harvard smart...just not smart enough to do the common sense thing of making sure his bike was ready for a long distance trip. You see – this hero didn't LOOK smart. He really didn't. He was the type of man a woman might see and call words like: beef cake, eye candy, hunk. He was as ruthless on his body as he was smart. He was given the extraordinary gift of good genes and had maximized on those by adding rigorous work out ethic...punctuated by poor diet mostly consisting of nachos and beer. And any SMART man knew that if you wanted to eat like garbage – you had to punish your body to keep fit while doing it. Currently the hero in question was slicking a hand back through his tossled tresses and contemplating the benefits of purchasing a cell phone when a dark sedan slid to the curb a few feet in front of his bike and idled, red tail lights bright in the pulsing darkness. A small head poked out the window and called above the rising wind, "You broke down?" Without missing a beat, Chris replied, tonelessly, "Nope. Just taking a few minutes to appreciate this gorgeous weather we're having." There was the hum of a window rolling up, the clunk of a car being put into gear and the rumble of the engine as the car pulled away from the curb. Of course this was done with a great splash of water from the puddle beside the road which managed to soak him from head to toe. As if he wasn't already wet enough. Sputtering, Chris glared daggers at the retreating brake lights. The car made it another ten feet before it rolled again to a stop. Waiting, Chris leaned on his motorcycle. The driver side door of the sedan opened and a small figure emerged in a rain coat followed by a very large umbrella in bright yellow. With a loud Ka-thwack the umbrella was opened against the down pour and the little person started toward him. Chris observed two things as they approached. One: it was a girl...or a woman actually, slim of build and likely dark haired. Two: she had a very big gun pointed at him. Amused, he simply watched her until she was a few feet from him. "You know," He said finally into the silence, "If you're planning to car jack me, you might be wasting your time." Her mouth twitched a little. "Just wanted to let you know I'm no sucker. In case you got any ideas in your head." "Noted." She tucked the gun into her coat pocket. "So what's the problem?" "Flat." He kicked his rear tire to prove it. "Spares flat too. I could use a lift into town." "Okay." The little woman beckoned toward her car. "Come on. I have a phone you can use if you want to call for a tow truck." "Appreciated." He followed her toward the car and slid into the passenger seat. It was warm in the car, the leather seats heated. On the radio, Alanis Morisette was singing about having one hand in her pocket. Quirking a brow at her choice in chic rock, Chris waited while she shook the umbrella and gingerly set it in the back seat before climbing into the driver's side. It was a nice little ride. Instead of the sedan he'd taken it for he realized it was an Impala. A suitably fast machine given the right driver. In the overhead light of the car, he saw that she was pretty even though she was damp. Her eyes were big and dark beneath a fringe of long, thick lashes. Her hair was dark and swept off her face in a long ponytail. She was familiar somehow but he couldn't put his finger on why. Turning her head, she met his eyes. "I'm Vivi." He took her hand and shook, "Chris." Nodding, Mia opened the center console on the Impala and withdrew her cell. She passed it to him and turned her attention to sliding the car on to the deserted highway. Chris dialed up Lem Holbrook, owner of Holbrook Autobody. After a brief conversation, he was assured that someone would pick up his bike and have it towed to the shop to be looked at in the morning. When he closed the phone, he turned his attention back to his rescuer. "So, Vivi. Why stop to help me?" Shrugging, Vivi focused on maneuvering through Main Street toward the Adolphus Hotel. She wasn't sure where this guy was going but she was renting a room there for the week. "Stranded guy, dark road, middle of the night. I'm a fan of slasher flicks. Like to live dangerously." Smirking, Chris relaxed in the seat. "I left my shovel on the bike." "Shame. I was so hoping to have to try to dig my way out of an early grave tonight." Chris laughed a little and scooped a hand back through his soaked hair. He felt like a drowned rat and likely looked worse. The thick leather riding jacket he wore was good at repelling water but tended to suction cop to the skin when wet to create a variable prison of damp cloth and humidity. He turned his head a little toward his pretty savior. "You mind if I take this thing off? It's cooking me." Vivi smiled a little. "Knock yourself out." Vivian prided herself on being immune to the charm of most men. Her job put her face to face with arrogant assholes pretty much on a daily basis. She had a reputation for not giving a shit about anything with a penis. In fact, around the office, they referred to her as the Ice Queen. This title actually made her proud since most of her office was punctuated by inter personal drama that she was generally content to be separated from. But then the moment came when her "rescued" passenger peeled himself out of his leather jacket. And the Ice Queen felt every blood vessel in her body fire from her toes to the tips of her ears. She was surprised, actually, that the entire top of her head didn't simply blow off from the amount of teenage girl hormones that pumped furiously through her. Men should NOT be built like that. Not. Nope. Never. Not if anyone was expected to ever get anything done but sit around and stare at them in abject female appreciation. The black shirt beneath its matching black jacket was literally pasted to his flesh. She could see every muscle outlined as if by a playful hand beneath the plastered material. Did he have no decency? He should cover himself. But, of course, he was covered. He wasn't TRYING to look like sex on a stick. He was just sitting there politely trying to dry off. Her attention turned to his face which, in hindsight, wasn't a vast improvement. It was handsome. Strong jawed and full lipped and topped off by a set of really beautiful crystal blue eyes. Handsome...yes but not overly so. It wasn't a face that would stop you in a crowd to stare at how perfectly it was made. No. But it was a face you wanted to keep looking at. Masculine – like the body it sat atop. A horn sounded and Vivi cut her attention back to the road – horrified to realize she was drifting into the oncoming traffic lane. Well that was truly the lowest of the lowest. She'd actually let him distract her from driving in a rain storm. How truly, awfully embarrassing. "You ok?" He queried, seemingly genuinely concerned for her. "Long day," She answered, "Just a little tired." "You want me to drive?" She smiled, ruthlessly keeping her eyes on the road and off him. "That's ok. That certainly woke me up." Chris nodded and leaned back against the seat, scooping his hair off his face again. This sort of movement showed his chest and arms to full advantage. Not that she was paying attention. "So what brings you to River Run?" He asked, forcing her to turn her attention – at least mentally – back toward him again. "I have friends there I'm visiting. What about you?" "Family." "Ah. From there originally?" "Yup. Born and raised." Vivi nodded a little. "You moved away?" "Yeah. I'm in Boston now. Work took me there." "You mind me asking what you do?" Chris shrugged a little. "No secret. I'm former military. Now I'm in the private sector. It pays well and allows me to only work a few months a year." "What do you do with the rest of your time?" He laughed. "Whatever I want. Sometimes I travel, sometimes I volunteer." "Sometimes you break down on the side of the road in the middle of the night." Chris met her eyes briefly and they both smiled. "Yeah. Something like that." "Sounds pretty awesome." "No lies. It is. I worked my ass off in the military. I'm getting some much needed down time. I'm taking a few months off now for family. When I'm ready – I'll get back in and make a bunch of money guarding some pop starlet or running security for some desperate tv house wife and then take another few months off after that." Vivi sighed loudly. "You poor man. Sounds awful." "You'd be surprised how annoying and stupid celebrities can be off camera." "It wouldn't surprise me." He shifted toward her, giving her a full on view of that face and body in the low moonlight that was obscured by the pouring rain. It cast light and shadows on his face and body that made things low in her own tighten uncomfortably. "What about you? What do you do?" Vivi shrugged a bit. "I'm a computer nerd mostly." "You don't look like the type." She laughed. "What's "the type"?" "You know. Uptight, nervous. Or maybe like that chic from N.C.I.S. Closet goth meets nerd." "That's some pretty sad stereotyping. In the interest of humoring myself, what type do I look like?" He was quiet for a handle of seconds. "Like a gypsy. Mysterious and dark and dangerous. Like you should be telling fortunes and saving hunchbacks." Vivi met his eyes again and snorted. "I prefer saving possible homicidal maniacs from the side of the road." "For which I am much obliged to ya and so will spare you from being gutted and strung up by your own intestines." They shared a smile as Vivi navigated into the parking lot of the Adolphus Hotel. "This is my stop, psycho killer. You gonna be okay from here?" Chris smiled again, charmed a little by her wit. "Turns out I'm staying here myself. So it works out perfectly." Vivian smirked again and reached over to open the glove box of her car. She withdrew a box of tissues and handed them to him. "You're dripping on my leather seats." Neither of them was sure how it happened but when her fingers brushed his, thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. Startled, Vivi dropped the tissues. Without thinking, both reached toward the floor board of the driver's seat where they'd fallen. It forced him to lean over her and put their faces inches from each other. A handful of seconds passed before Vivi leaned abruptly back and allowed him to claim the tissues. He dried his face a little and handed them back to her. "Thanks." "Sure." Her voice sounded small. Her skin felt like it was being eaten by electrified ants. Not entirely an unpleasant feeling...somehow. "Well..." He murmured. He was aware the dynamic in the car had shifted. He'd clearly made her uncomfortable and was sorry for it. He'd been enjoying the teasing they'd done on the drive. It was nice to simply sit and talk with a woman for a change. He spent so much time surrounded by prima donnas who were good on the eyes and terrible on the nerves. Skinny stupid bitches with more money than brains. "Well..." She answered quietly, "If there's nothing else...?" Was that an invitation? He thought. And wondered what it would be like to lean over and kiss her. She looked like she might fall out the door she was pressed so tightly against in a fit of panic if he tried. Some women were intimidated by his size. Maybe she was one of them. Although she'd been fine with him minutes earlier. "Thanks again." Chris said by way of goodbye. "Sure." "Good night." He grabbed his jacket and slid it back on, hefting his bag in the other hand. "Yep." He climbed from the car and headed toward the building. He rubbed his tingling fingers together the whole time. Vivi waited until he'd cleared the building before she let out her breath she'd been holding. It wheezed out of her lungs like a starving thing. She pressed her forehead to the steering wheel and took deep breaths. After a few long moments, she got out in the pouring rain – grateful for it now as it attempted to cool off her burning flesh. ...... It was insane. It was stupid. She didn't even KNOW this guy. Standing on the roof of the Adolphus a half hour later, letting the rain soak her heated face, Vivi was having a crisis of epic proportions. She'd picked him up, helped him out, dropped him off and couldn't get him out of her mind. He wasn't even her type. He was..well...BIG for one thing. Big and unshaven and sort of snarky. She wasn't even into that. She only dated intellectual types. Wasn't Craig intellectual? Wasn't he an MBA and on his way to being CFO of a major fortune 500 company? Yes. Yes he was. They had all their life goals in common. He came from a wealthy family with good connections. He was polite and well-spoken and pedigreed. Nana Ann loved him and her parents loved him and he'd proposed just like he was supposed to over spring break. He was really perfect on paper. And he NEVER made her heart race like that. Lord her palms were still sweaty. Ridiculous, stupid to be salivating up on a roof at four a.m. over a man she'd met on the side of the road for ten freaking minutes. A sort of rude, over muscled, blue eyed, five o'clock shadow wearing man with...with the most kissable mouth she'd ever seen. And those ARMS. Dear lord, she wanted to lick the rain water off those biceps. She thought one might be as big around as her waist. Something inside her quivered at the idea. He was just so MALE. That's what it was. He appealed to the most basic, dark, dirtiest and prurient female instincts. Something about him screamed: MATE. That's it. That's all it was. It was just that little part of all women that craved a bad boy. Shaking her head at herself, she turned to head back inside out of the rain. He was standing a few feet away by the roof door. The look of surprise on his face probably mirrored her own. And there was something there in her eyes he'd never seen in another woman's. Something that had no name but resonated in his groin like she'd stroked him there. She looked at him like she was starving for him. Her hair was down now and long and dark and wet. She wore that same proper business suit soaked by the rain and clinging to a curvy body with full hips and big tits that were obviously meant to be hidden in the suit. And he felt saliva pool into his mouth at the sight of her and that look in her eyes. It had a thousand names since the dawn of time but only one that sprang to his mind in that moment: lust. A thousand coy and clever things spring to mind to say to him. He had about a hundred of his own to say in response. Neither said anything. Lightning flashed, thunder rolled and his hands caught her beneath the arm pits. He lifted her and turned, slamming her back against the wall of the roof entrance. He was almost a foot taller than her and twice her size. Quivering, mad, she snaked her fingers into his hair and drug his mouth to hers. Tongues tangled and battled and took from each other. His stubbled jaw scraped her delicate skin as he dove into her over and over, plummeting her mouth with fearless abandon. Darkness spread, breeding something inside of her that was boundless, endless, ceaseless in its hunger. Her coat was torn aside, buttons pinging off the metal roof of the Inn, that flap of the material lost to the driving howl of the wind and the hammer of their hearts. Her hands gripped and ripped, tearing the shirt from him, finally, feverishly touching and taking, tearing her nails down his chest and up over his muscled back. With a hiss of appreciation, his hand shot up under her skirt. He shoved the pencil thin, practical business skirt up to her waist not even bothering to remove it. She whimpered, torn between her own desire and his. Beneath the skirt were garters, he almost came at the sexy sight of the red garters against her creamy thighs. The lace between drove him mad. He ripped away her panties and the garment gave with a sound like a scream. She had a flash, a moment, where she almost changed her mind. Too tawdry, too dirty to do this. And his fingers were in her, deep inside her, forcing her the breath from her lungs in cry of surprise and passion. She came, wet and hot, after one thrust from them. She came in his hand, bucking and crying, one leg hooked over his hip, the other trying to turn to jelly and drop her to the floor. He caught her, carried her weight easily as she came, tightening around his fingers like a fist. Unable to resist, he jerked at his zipper with his free hand. Lightning flash again, bright and hot, illuminating the wanton greed in her eyes and the unleashed need in his. An Affair to Remember Ch. 01 Beneath his jeans he wore nothing. Never had bothered with underwear. A waste of time. With the metal scream of his zipper, he freed himself. She mewled like a kitten, starving as his thumb flicked once, twice over her clit. Gasping, dying she arched and he grabbed her beneath the thighs, lifted her and set her down on him, surging up to drive himself inside her to the hilt. Thunder roared, the rain pounded and she screamed, her nails tearing down his shoulders, leaving dots of blood against his skin. He growled and lifted her, slamming her back against the wall to brace her as he filled her, retreated and shoved himself into her again. The wet, meaty slaps of their bodies mingled with the driving howl of the wind, the rumbling rage of the thunder and the mixed music of her moans. He fucked her like he'd die if he didn't. She rode him like she'd die if she couldn't. His hand fisted in her hair, drug her head back and devoured her mouth. The kiss was as wet, as facile as the fuck itself. Tongues twirled, bodies plunged, she arched and he filled his other hand with her breast though the prim cotton of her dress shirt. Her fingers gripped deep into his hair as she exploded atop him, her orgasm driving a scream from her mouth that was almost feral. He turned, holding her atop him as she came and as she started to go boneless in his arms, he lowered her to the wet waist high railing of the roof. Gasping at the cold, she started to say something but he wasn't finished. No. Not even close. He took her legs and pulled her until she was laying half across the railing, her lower half suspended in the air only by his hands on her ass. He shoved her legs open, harsh, coarse, dirty and gripped her knees to steady her. She'd never...hadn't ever....this was.... "Say it." He growled it, rubbing the hard length of himself against her damp, swollen opening. She was trapped, gripping the railing of the roof with both hands above her head to hold herself up even as he held her suspended at the knees. And she just knew what he wanted her to say. Just somehow knew. "Fuck me." Her mind scattered into a thousand pieces as he shoved into her so hard, so fast she thought he might break her. She came instantly, bucking like a rodeo horse, trying to take him deeper as she tried to throw him off. Too deep, too much, too hard...dear god just like that. He rode her like a well-paid whore and when she started to go limp again with orgasm, he flicked a skilled finger over her clit and she went taut, arching against his fingers like a violin to a maestro's touch. Just as she thought she couldn't possibly go again; he lost his rhythm. His breathing deepened, his thrusting was harder, faster, and more desperate. Lost, undone, she screamed, coming, hard and fast and desperate just like him. He drove her knees back and filled her, pumping deep inside her until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. She could feel the hot, wetness of him spurting inside her. It was madness. It was insanity. It was, without a doubt, the most wonderful feeling she'd ever known. The rain pelted down on them, washing away the sweat from their bodies as they lay there, heaving and holding each other. Each wondered, as minds cleared, what madness had over taken them. What would they say? What would they do? Was there any polite way out of something like this? Chris leaned back and met her eyes. And nothing on her face spoke of regret. She looked as he felt, sated and sexy. He started to pull out of her and she gripped him, locking those long legs around his flanks to hold him there. "Wait. Just wait." It shot a thrill through his body. She wanted him to stay inside her. Inside her...jesus. He hadn't used anything. He'd just plowed into her without protection for either of them. "I didn't-" He started to apologize and she arched against him, sliding herself along his shaft. He went from semi limp to hard as steel inside her again. "Jesus," The word breathed out like a prayer...or a curse. Vivi felt the madness fill her blood again like a river that had receded and now rushed again. It smothered any thoughts of retreat or regret or remorse and left behind a wanton witch that used all of her wiles to steal his soul. She arched up and he gripped her around the waist as their mouths met in a wet, greedy kiss. She might as well have weighed nothing for all the effort it took him to lift her beneath the ass and set her down on him again. Like a live wire, she sizzled in his arms, sparking and setting him afire with her hunger. Slick with rain and sweat, they moved like two well-oiled machines bred and built for each other. His fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt and flicked open the first. He was eager to see her naked, gloriously naked, and touch those fantastic breasts. Something began to jingle, a stone cast in a smooth lake. The ripples pulled them apart to meet each other's eyes. Thunder rolled, filling the silence punctuated by the ringing phone. He set her down and her hands gripped the hem of her skirt and yanked it down. There, he thought, there was the shame now on her face and the remorse. He'd so hoped he wouldn't have to see it. It was her phone jingling in the dangling pocket of her business suit jacket. "I-" He lifted a hand to hold back the words she'd meant to say. He couldn't hear them. Not right then. Not that moment. It would simply make him angry. He turned away as she grasped her phone and answered it. "Hello?" Chris walked to the edge of the roof and stared off into the swirling storm filled sky. The weather blared and trumpeted around them – angry and harsh. It was an answer to what swirled in his stomach now. He listened to her quiet mutters to the person on the other end of the phone. And somehow he knew it was a boyfriend or worse. He turned when he heard her say goodbye. And their eyes met. "I should explain." Chris shook his head and started walking toward her. "No need. Boyfriend?" "Sorta...I guess. I'm...I don't...shit." He shook his head again. "You don't shit? That must be uncomfortable." Vivi somehow managed to laugh. She covered her face with her hands. "I don't know what someone says after something like this." "Can't say I'm very familiar with one night stand etiquette. But we can simply leave it at goodbye...if you want." Their gazes held for a long moment. Thunder rumbled quietly in the distance. He was giving her an out. An escape. It was the right thing to do to take it. Take and be gone. She took a step forward and then another. When she stood beside him she knew it was the right thing to do. It was. Leave, leave now. And save them both from whatever this madness was. His arm brushed hers as she passed and she simply turned, turned as he turned and pressed herself against him. She rose to take his mouth and his hands gripped her upper arms and held her still. "No." She froze, mortified. "Vivi...I can't. If I'd known..." He set her away from him. "I have to go." She said nothing. She simply stood there, frozen, as he walked away and let her tears mix with the pouring rain. An Affair to Remember Ch. 01 This is my first attempt to write a story. I have written more but would like to submit this as part one. This is a true story which happened 6 years ago. Names are changed for obvious reasons. ***** I was studying in Milan and having a great time. Beautiful city, great food, lot of foreign students. Parties, dating, sex was a part of life here. For last 3 months I was dating a beautiful Swedish girl named Jacqueline. She was staying with her mother in small villa just on the outskirts of the city. So as it happened, it was Friday night. Jacqueline, me and few other friends were out bar hopping, drinking. She had to leave for an exhibition the next afternoon to Paris. She would be back after a week. Just after midnight and heavy drinking, our friends left us, so we decided to go to my apartment, have some sex before dropping her back home. She was drunk and insisted that we go dancing first. I tried to convince her as it would be too late but she was in no mood to agree. So we hit the club. It was already crowded with everyone in their own orbit. We danced, kissed, grinding into each other. Jacqueline was 5'8 with nice firm breasts and big round ass slightly on the heavier side. She was wearing a short white dress of flimsy material which showed her deep cleavage and almost exposed her ass. I found a corner and started making out kissing her deeply with my tongue probing her mouth and she doing the same. My hands were on her ass inside her dress and pressing her against my hard on. I was extremely horny as started to feel her body all over, and I could feel she was getting out of control. I had noticed a few other guys around us getting a good look at her body with their lustful eyes. Now I really wanted to fuck her but thought she was so drunk she might just pass out. So we decided to leave & went to pee. As usual the washroom was crowded with guys waiting for their chance. Relieving myself, I went near girls washroom to see Jacqueline. After waiting for a while thinking she might be inside, I went back to dance floor to look for her. I found her near the bar hanging on to couple of guys. One guy had a drink in his hand which Jacqueline was drinking and both the guys had their hands on her ass and trying to feel her. I intervened and politely took her away much to their disappointment. We went out and just as I was about to call for taxi she threw up. She was feeling uneasy now and was about to pass out. So I had to cancel my plans of taking her back to my apartment & instead took her home & with the help of her mother put her to bed. We closed the door of her room. I noticed her mother was drunk too. Her name was Sandra. She was a artist and was well known in the art circle of the city. She said she also came back from a party with her friend. I don't know how old she was but she was really hot. Absolute MILF. Beautiful blonde hairs, blue eyes, almost perfect figure though she had gained a bit of weight now, big round boobs, almost popping out of her night dress, big ass. I had met her twice before & hadn't given a thought except that she was beautiful. But today I checked her out. "Well, Jackie wont be up till late morning tomorrow it seems." she said, as we moved to the living room. "Yeah. I'll come back tomorrow to drop her. She has to leave at 11am." I replied. "Oh dear, why the hurry? Would you like to have some wine?" she asked. I was surprised and said no. "I think I should leave now. It's too late already." "Oh come on, it's nice outside on the terrace. Won't you have a glass of wine with me?" she said looking straight into my eyes and lowering her gaze slowly down to my crotch and then again up. I was already horny after making out with Jacqueline and disappointed of missing a chance to fuck her tonight. Also I was aroused just by Sandra's appearance. Her short silk night dress showing off her figure and her honeyed voice seduced me. And the final look she gave me I couldn't say no. So we went to the terrace which had two chairs, a couch, a small table and a nice carpet spread over. She bought two glasses filled with red wine. We started drinking and talking. While chatting I couldn't keep my eyes off her body as she sat across me. She kept folding and unfolding her legs, bending, taking deep breaths. I could see her cleavage and sometimes felt that her boobs might just come out. She was not wearing any bra and I could also see glimpses of her panties. All of this made my cock rock hard. She of course noticed it and kept glancing at my erection with a sly smile. I was confused if she was really seducing me knowingly or she was just drunk. "Let me bring some more wine," she said standing up somehow clutching the chair. I too rose saying that would be it for me and I think I should leave. Though now I really wanted to fuck her. But as she tried to walk she lost her balance and I caught her before she could fall. My hand touched her breasts as I held her and she put an arm around me. My hard cock touched her thigh and she giggled. For a moment we remained in that position. Now it was too late to turn back. I was so horny, I had to fuck her. Without thinking that she was my girlfriends mother, I held her tight against me from her back. She pressed her ass against my cock and i started fondling her boobs. She turned and we started kissing, probing each other with our tongues. My hard cock touched her groin and I pressed both my hands on her ass pushing her deep into me. She caught my hairs and pressed my mouth into her. My tongue explored her mouth tasting her saliva. Breaking the kiss I went behind her again and pressed my hard on against her ass. My cock could feel her butt crack through her panties. She pushed her ass behind. With both my hands I started kneading her breasts very hard and bit her right ear with my teeth. She moaned. I pushed my hand inside her night dress and started pinching her hard nipples. Keeping my left hand busy on her breasts I started feeling her pussy with my right. She still had her panties on. Slowly I slipped my hand inside and could feel the hot wet cunt through her bush. I started fingering her vigorously as she moaned. She turned her face and we started kissing again. We continued till she came and my hand was filled with her hot juices. I pulled it out of her panties and she licked it dry. We were on terrace but didn't give a fuck if someone was watching. All we wanted to do was fuck each others brains out. Our warm bodies embracing each other and a cold breeze blowing which added to the atmosphere. For me it was like heaven. A hot and sexy milf who happened to be my girlfriends mother, girlfriend passed out in her room and here we were horny as hell ready to fuck each other on the terrace. Now she dropped her night dress, followed by her panties. I removed my t shirt, jeans and was completely naked too. She looked at my erect 9 inch cock bit her lip seductively. She pushed me on the couch and took my hard cock in her mouth. From the intensity with which she started sucking I could feel how bad she wanted it and knew it would be an amazing blow job. And I was not disappointed. Her lips moved expertly from the tip of my head to its base and used her tongue as she came up again. With her hand she started playing with my balls pressing them hard and filling her mouth with them. I put my hands through her hair and pulled them hard which made her suck me harder. While doing this she looked up at me straight into my eyes. I pulled her head from my cock and said I want to eat you. Turning her as I lay on my back on the sofa we got into 69. She continued sucking and I started lapping up her cunt juices. I loved the taste as I licked around her lips and slowly into her cunt. The juices kept flowing on my face as I was below her. I could hear her moans and grunts as I increased my speed and pushed deeper into her while she continued licking and sucking my cock like a puppy devouring his meal. My pre cum started flowing which she swallowed without stopping. I could feel she was cumming too. We both went harder and I came shooting loads of my cum straight into her mouth which she swallowed directly. At the same time she came too filling my mouth with her honey sweet cunt juice. She turned and we kissed...rather she licked my face tasting her own juices with my cum. We continued kissing and fondling and feeling each other. My regained my hardness. I had very good stamina and big appetite for sex. My girlfriend knew it and her mother was about to find out. The cold wind kept blowing but we were too hot now. Suddenly she got up and without saying a word just lay down on the carpet with her legs open. I knew what to do. I went on top of her and slowly slid my cock into her. She grabbed my ass to push it deeper. "Rape me!! Fuck me hard!!" she said. "Give me all you have. Fill me with your cum." I began pounding her pussy slowly She pressed my ass more and pushed herself towards me as I went inside her. Soon we found a rhythm and I kept slapping her harder with all I got. It was an amazing feeling...the noise of my balls slamming against her cunt, her moans, her expletives. "aahhhhh!! aaaaaaahh!! Fuck me you bastard!! Fuck me hard!! Rape me!! Rape my pussy!!" she screamed. "You fucking whore!! how does my cock feel inside you, bitch. Let me rape you!! Let me rape your pussy!!" "Oh god!! Oh god! Oh fucking god!! Push harder!! Push it deeeep!! Aaaaaahhh Ahhh Aaaaaaaahhh!!" "Ohhhh you are soooo goood!! You are so good!! Cum in me!! Cum in me you bastard!! You fuckiingg bastaaard!!" "Whore!! I'm gonna cum inside you!! I'm gonna rape you till you die!! You fucking slut!!" All this dirty talk aroused me more and I kept pounding her pussy harder and harder with every thrust. "I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!!" she shouted. Immediately she crossed her legs behind me grasping me hard, dig her nails in my back and curled her toes into ecstasy as she orgasmed. Her cunt let out the the juices which covered my cock. I was going to cum too. With few more thrusts I came and emptied full load of my cum inside her pussy. That feeling of emptying yourself inside the pussy is amazing! I just hate condoms. "Oh you're good!! You're soo fucking good!! You're a fucking animal!!" Then I just buried my face in her breasts. She grabbed it and kissed me hard. I went home with mixed feelings. On one hand the sex was amazing, exciting but that she was my girlfriends mother made me uneasy. Though I should have thought about it before but lust had taken over me. I tried to convince myself that it was just a one off thing & I won't go back. I was not into any serious relationship with Jacqueline, at least now. I slept for few hours and went back to drop her to the airport. I felt extremely uneasy in Sandra's presence at their home but she behaved very normal without giving any hint. Thankfully she didn't come with us to the airport. After waving goodbye to Jacqueline, I took taxi and went straight to her home to Sandra. I just couldn't resist her. Sandra opened the door with a look that she knew I would come. The moment she closed the door we were all over each other kissing and fondling. We almost tore each other's clothes out and didn't know where we were headed when Sandra bumped against the dining table. I immediately turned her and bend her over on the table to get a nice view of her ass. I slapped it and she giggled. My cock was hard now and her pussy was inviting. Without wasting more time I parted her legs and slowly slid my cock in her pussy as she moaned. "Ahhhhh!! That feels sooo goood!! Fuck me hard!! I want you badly inside me." I started slamming my cock in her pussy and she started moaning in pain and pleasure. I bend forwards and started playing with her boobs, pressing and twisting her nipples. She arched her back and looked up at me. I pulled her blonde hairs hard and she screamed more. Her pussy was letting out warm juices which started flowing out over my cock on to my balls. Now I had her hairs by both my hands and was pounding her harder with each stroke. Her face was turned up towards me and I could see tears rolling down her eyes but she smiled. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Spank me! Spank my ass!" I let go of her hair and held her hips for better control pushing them towards me as I slammed in. Her cunt juices kept flowing, she kept screaming louder and louder. I always like my women loud. It gives me a great kick. With my right hand I started spanking her big round ass very hard. She moaned louder and asked me to spank her harder. Her ass was becoming redder. With a few more strokes I came and let my hot spunk fill her pussy and she let out a loud scream. I bend forward over her back and held her close to me. I stayed there for 3 days and all we did was eat drink and fuck like some sex crazed animals. More of our sexcapades to follow...