0 comments/ 8293 views/ 6 favorites Stepping Out in the Suburbs Ch. 01 By: InsatiableSteve Some days, the biggest thing that motivates me to head to the gym and get my steps in at the track is the women. Not that it's a nonstop parade of beauties or anything; as a self-employed guy I typically go during the day, when the senior citizens are out in force. But there are a few local hot moms who take advantage of the fact that the kids are in school to put on their best gym wear and spend some time doing laps. Some hot co-eds from the nearby community college, too. A bit of jiggle and a nice ass ahead can really lift a man's spirits and encourage him to keep moving. Things were slow on this particular Friday. It was just after lunchtime, and it was just me and a trio of blue hairs on the 220-yard track. My left knee was sore from running the day before so I had decided that today would be a walking day. I was about a half hour in, doing my usual 3.3-mile-per-hour pace, when a somewhat familiar figure passed me on the north end of the track. It was a tall, very athletic blonde woman with high cheekbones who I typically saw running here about once a week. She had high cheekbones that gave her a sort of Scandinavian aspect, so I'd nicknamed her Agnetha, after one of the women in ABBA. No one here really talks to one another, so I was prone to giving people nicknames, even creating backstories for some of the more interesting-looking ones. Agnetha wasn't really my type - I'd always preferred curvier girls, and brunettes and redheads. Still, I had to admire her near-perfect running form. At a hair over six feet tall and a few more pounds over 200 than I would like, I was more of a lumberer than a strider. She was light on her feet, at least five and a half feet tall in a black-track-pants-and-tank-top combo with red accents. Her long blonde ponytail swished from side to side as she disappeared from my view around the bend, only to return almost exactly one lap later, her runner's pace doubling mine. She ran with purpose, eyes squinting somewhat, a serious look on her tanned 30-something-year-old face. She lapped me 15 times over the next half hour. Each time she passed alongside me and out of my view I noticed something different about her: the strength of her back muscles; the boyishness of her slender hips; the small mole on her left shoulder; the lightness of her steps; the tiny bump near the bridge of her nose that marred its perfection while making her more real; the very slight jiggle of her modest breasts that appeared to straddle the divide between an A and a B cup. I checked my pedometer and saw that I was just over 8,000 steps - I'd done more than three and a half miles and decided to call it quits. I stopped by the cubby holes near the track doors, reached in where I'd left my half-bottle of orange-flavored sport drink and proceeded to drain the remaining contents. I felt a small tap on my shoulder, turned around, and saw Agnetha standing there, a surprisingly radiant smile on her face. "Thanks for pacing me," she said, her skin crinkling slightly around her blue eyes, forming smile lines. "No problem. I stagger around the track once, you glide around it twice - I wish I could run like you." "I've been doing this all my life, practically," she told me, sticking her hand out toward me. "I'm Erika, by the way." "Steve," I replied, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Steve," she said, her eyes scanning me. "You've made some nice progress since the first time I saw you a month or two ago. What have you dropped? Ten pounds or so?" "Twelve, but who's counting?" I joked. "Thanks for noticing. I'll never be in your kind of shape, but I'm doing what I can." She poked me in the belly, surprising me. "You're not that soft," she said with an alluring laugh. "Do you have somewhere to be? If not, do you want to go grab a coffee?" I was surprised again. "I'm in no hurry. Do you want to go to the Starbucks on Main, or the Starbucks on Central?" "Let's figure it out on the way out," she replied, pulling her light jacket out of a cubby hole and handing it to me. I paused for an awkward moment, then helped her to put it on after she stuck her arms back for it. She shook her head mockingly and rolled her eyes, then laughed as we began our walk out of the gym. I grinned sheepishly in reply. The skies were overcast, with temperatures in the mid-50s - not the worst weather for March in the Chicago suburbs. As we made our way to our cars Erika surprised me yet again. "What if I suggested that instead of coffee, we get ourselves a room at that new chain motel over on Central?" "I don't know," I said with a small laugh. "What if you did?" "Okay, smartass. How about we get ourselves a room instead of coffee?" My heart and mind began to race. I'd been married for nearly a decade, but had never even considered straying until a year or so ago. And the closest I'd come to that had been a few quick drunken kisses and a couple of feels with an ex-girlfriend at a barbecue last fall as we'd passed in a dimly lit hallway. Outside of her pretty face Erika wasn't really my type, but if I was going to expand my horizons maybe it made sense to be with someone very different from what I was used to. "That sounds great," I said with almost no hesitation. "How about that new motel on Central? I'll get a room on the first floor and leave the door open a bit so you'll know which one I'm in." "Okay. I'll wait a few minutes, then drive on over there to meet you." Ten minutes later I was alone in the motel room, the door open several inches. It felt slightly stuffy, so I turned the thermostat down to 68 degrees to get the air flowing. I removed my running shoes, sat down on the bed for a moment, then began to pace a bit wondering if this had been some sort of prank, if I'd dropped eighty bucks just for some "free" HBO. I then heard Erika's voice behind me. "Is this your room, Steve?" I turned around, and saw she was already in the room. Smiling conspiratorially, she turned the lock and flipped the bar lock as well, and then walked over to where I stood near the king-sized bed. She dropped her purse on the bed, its tasteful brown leather clashing with the obnoxious floral print of the bedspread, and then turned to face me. Our hands joined briefly as we looked into one another's eyes before I moved my fingers up her back and to her neck, drawing her in for an exploratory kiss that lasted but a few wonderful seconds. "Undo my hair," she instructed, and I reached up to the base of her pony tail, pulling the elastic band down the length of it. She shook her head, her beautiful blonde tresses falling down to her shoulders and down her back. She reached down near my waist and pulled my tee shirt over my head. From there we wasted no time getting one another's sweaty workout clothes off. I pulled her sports bra over her head; her breasts were the smallest I'd seen up close and personal since high school but they were topped with perfectly pink nipples. I slid her thong down, intrigued to see that she was waxed down below. Our mouths locked as we fell onto the bed, her strong hand quickly moving to my half-hard cock, almost pulling it to its full erect length in a matter of seconds as we lay on our sides facing one another. I ran a thumb and index finger along the length of her hairless pussy, eliciting small sighs from her as my thumb slowly circled around her clit. She was reacting as quickly as I was; I felt her wetness radiating forth along with the heat from her princess parts. I kissed down her neck to her chest, my mouth locking onto a delightfully hard nipple, licking and nipping at it for half a minute before I began to lick my way down her firm belly, enjoying the salty taste of her skin. "Not so fast," she said, her hand leaving my slippery cockhead and tugging at my short hair, stopping my southward progress. "I love getting sweaty, but hate the taste of it. Bring your mouth back up here." She rolled onto her back as I kissed my way back up her firm body, my cock leaking precome that smoothed its journey up her thigh to her smoothly waxed pussy, so different from my wife's hairy one. Our mouths joined once more, tongues dancing, as I slid my member along the length of her channel. Her left hand lightly scratched my back while her right felt around the bed, reaching into her purse. A moment later she held a foil condom wrapper before me, breaking our kiss and placing it between her teeth to tear it open. She rolled us over in a smooth athletic move, then placed the protection against the tip of my erection and unrolled it down my length. "Safety first," she said with a smile, aligning my encased member against her nether lips. I reveled in every small sensation as she lowered herself onto me, joining together with this woman who was becoming more beautiful with each passing moment. Her actions made it clear that she liked being in charge, was used to it. She planted her hands on my chest as she rode me, her strong thighs pinning my legs in place as she took her pleasure from me. Though she had some faint stretch marks that suggested she had borne at least one child, her vagina was wonderfully tight, and the ways in which it clenched my cock told me that she was dedicated to working out her entire body. I lay still beneath her, never so happy in my life to be used as she milked my rod with her pelvic muscles. She continually changed angles with her hips, bringing new sensations to us both as she grunted and purred. "Fuck, you're good," I muttered several times along with a number of exhortations not to stop doing what she was doing. One moment she would lean into me and our mouths would meet as her golden hair fell all around my head, and the next she would sit straight up. Finally she leaned back, her arms on my legs, my hands on her ass. "Fuck me, take me, give it to me, Steve," she pleaded through gritted teeth, arching her back and all but ceasing her motions. I began thrusting hard into her, slid my right hand around to rub her clit as my cock drove in and out, loving the way she seemingly molded herself around me in a perfectly snug fit as we joined together and slid apart. All too soon I felt an urgent need to come, my balls tightening. I smiled as she began her own climax, guttural sounds coming forth from her throat as her vaginal spasms drove me over the edge. I felt the warmth of my orgasm spread from my chest all the way down to my balls, my come shooting forth and filling the condom as I mumbled all matter of filthy talk. She collapsed against my chest, our sweat mingling as our tongues met once more and I began to shrink inside of her. "That was," she began. "A really nice workout?" I replied. "It was." She paused for a brief moment, a few final spasms in her pussy causing her to shudder. "Time for a cool down," she said, dismounting from me. She rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I heard the shower start up and opted to see if she wanted company. She was just stepping over the side of the tub when I entered the small chamber. "You've decided to join me, then?" she said, the smile on her face and in her voice signaling her approval. I got into the shower behind her, reached for the small bar of soap, tore its package open and began rubbing the bar against her back. "Oh, that's nice," she said as the lather began to form. I slid the slippery soap all around her back and then down to her ass cheeks. "That tickles!" she shrieked, grasping the shower bar for support as I hunched over and began working my way down the back of her legs and then down to her feet. "Now my front," she instructed, turning around, her perfect pussy right at my eye level. I couldn't resist a clumsy attempt at licking her, but she drew away. "I'm still sweaty and stinky down there." I proceeded to wash her there, enjoying the way she squirmed as the small massage bumps on the soap rubbed against her sensitive parts. I worked the bar down her thighs and all down her leg before standing up to scrub her upper half. "I guess cleanliness is a turn-on for you," she commented, her hand stroking my half-erect cock. She took the soap out of my hand and began to clean my genitals with it. Each slippery stroke got me harder until I was fully erect. "Did I make this happen?" she said with a small laugh. "I wish my husband's was this responsive. And quick to reload." She turned sideways and adjusted the shower spray so it rinsed the soap off of me, lifting my hard shaft to get the underneath clean and clear. She adjusted the shower head again to keep the spray off of us and then knelt before me. "So fresh and clean," she remarked as she began to lick the head, her eyes meeting mine. It was my turn to hold on to the shower bar as I felt my knees begin to weaken with her ministrations. I almost fell over when I felt her suck one of my testicles into her mouth while her hand began to stroke my length. "So slippery, too," she mumbled as she licked from my root back to my head, which she then proceeded to slide past her lips. Her cock-sucking technique was amazing. She knew just how to use her hand, mouth and tongue to deliver a wide range of wonderful sensations. She looked up at me in wonderment, as if surprised that she could bring me such pleasure. I loved having her eyes locked on me, and looking down and seeing the way my cock kept disappearing into her mouth. She brought me close to coming several times in just a few short minutes, and expertly slowed things down. "Such sweet torture," I remarked. I swear that the gleam in her eye intensified when I said that, though with all of the water drops and steam it was getting harder and harder to see anything all that clearly. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, and I placed my hands on her head. I began to guide her mouth down onto me as I thrust deep into her mouth - gently at first, and then more roughly when she nodded her consent. I pulled lightly at her hair and heard her make small choking sounds each time my cock met the back of her throat. She surprised me by gently squeezing my balls, and this new sensation drove me over the edge. I grunted as I came, letting go of her head after my fourth or fifth spurt of semen pumped into her mouth. She took my shaft in her hand and gently milked the remaining droplets out, sighing contentedly while licking on my head until I backed away, too sensitive for any more of her touch. She stood up, her mouth open, then swallowed loudly, lewdly. "That was almost certainly the tastiest seven calories I'll ingest all day," she smirked. "Thank you for that treat." "No, thank you. That was wonderful." We looked at each other in awkward silence. I wasn't sure which of us was more surprised about the events of the past hour or so. Finally I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine for a brief, deep kiss. I wasn't sure that the treat I'd given her was all that tasty, but I didn't gag from the residue either. She broke away from me. "I have to go, back to reality. But this really was lovely. I don't do this sort of thing often, but every now and then I meet someone who seems worth it. I hope it won't be weird the next time I see you at the gym." "I..." "Shhh," she said. "Just file this away as a fun memory, Steve. Don't think about it too much. Finish showering, watch a little TV...just don't leave right after me. You never know who might see us in a small town like this. I'd hate to be the subject of any gossip." My thoughts were whirling as Erika grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I stood there, somewhat dumbfounded, dripping water onto the bath mat. A brief minute or so later I heard her opening the locks, and then the door. A moment later, she was gone. Stepping Out in the Suburbs Ch. 02 "You like what you see there?" I asked my neighbor Sue after once again catching her wandering eyes looking up the leg of my shorts to check out my unencumbered cock and balls as she held the painter's ladder below me. I certainly had no complaint about the view of her cleavage that I was getting from my elevated vantage point, and her erect nipples looked enticing as they poked through her bra and lime-green halter top. She blushed and scowled slightly, then walked away from where we were working on the side of her house, opened the gate to her backyard and disappeared from view. I heard the distinct snicking sound of her back screen door swinging open and closed, then a metallic crash as it fitted itself back into the door jamb. Well, that didn't go over very well, I thought as I stood up there with two fistfuls of rotting leaves and stinky crud from her gutters. Sue was an...interesting woman. Single and decidedly conservative, she took obvious pride in her toned body without flaunting it too much. I guessed she was in her mid-40s, right around my own age. She had shoulder-length auburn hair, a rather plain, roundish bespectacled face that looked much better with makeup than without, a generous bust (36D?), a toned midsection and a nicely rounded but firm-looking ass that my degenerate next-door neighbor and I often joked about fucking. I'd been helping Sue with some household chores for a few days while my real estate business was slow and she was off from her university teaching job. Things had gotten a little bit flirty between us over this time, both while we were working and over a few beers out on her patio afterwards. I was often distracted by the way her halter top and gym shorts showcased her body, and had made several comments about how it was hard to believe she was single with those kinds of assets. Just before I'd left her house late yesterday afternoon she'd demurely replied that all the good ones seemed to be gay or taken. I'd given her a goodbye hug that went on a moment too long before walking the half-block home with my cock at half-mast, surprising my wife of 10 years by initiating some midweek sex. (And being surprised in turn by her receptiveness to my request.) I sighed, dropped the leaves and climbed down from the ladder, unsure of what to do. We still had a number of household projects lined up over the next few days, and I hated to leave Sue in a lurch. On the other hand, I'd apparently gone past just bending the rules and broken things with her. Or maybe I'd already done that when I'd decided to go commando on this warm day when I knew I'd be up on a ladder and she would be standing below. After a long minute I decided to check up on Sue and dropped my work gloves and walked around to the back entrance, knocking on the screen door. Sue came to the door, sniffling slightly, a bit of mistiness visible behind the lenses of her glasses. "I'm sorry; that was totally uncalled for," I told her. "I shouldn't have said what I said." "It's okay. I shouldn't have looked," she replied. "I shouldn't have given you so much to look at," I said, eliciting a coquettish giggle from her. "I mean...I'm not saying I'm all that big or anything, but I should've worn underwear." She smiled, shyly. "It looked big enough to me," she commented, a blush coming to her pale cheeks. "Not that I'm an expert or anything." I saw a flush coming to her chest as well and decided to press my luck. "Can I come in?" "Sure," she replied, her hand going to the doorknob and giving it a twist, pushing it open and stepping aside. I walked in, stood close to her, the top of her head just inches from my chin. I took her hands in mine, her gray eyes coming up to meet my hazel ones as I looked down at her. "So, you've seen mine," I said softly. "It's only fair for me to see yours, no?" I let go of her hands, placed them at the waist of her halter, tugged it up an inch or so, looking for a signal as to whether I should proceed. Her face was a blank; she trembled slightly. "Is this okay?" She nodded her ascent. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," Sue whispered, raising her arms. I pulled her top over her head, revealing a slightly undersized lacey cream-colored bra, her breasts spilling out of and over the cups. I dropped the halter top to the floor and moved toward her. She stepped back, several times, until she was backed up against the countertop. Our mouths met as I ran my hands along her sides, tongues entwined for a few arousing seconds. I then broke off our kiss, licking and nibbling my way down her chin, her long neck, her throat, her sternum, and finally down to the tops of her breasts, those wonderful hills that I'd admired every time she'd walked past my house for years. She tasted slightly salty from our morning's exertions, with a delicate flowery scent. I kissed lower on her breasts, the exposed skin as well as the fabric of her bra, her erect nipples begging to be sucked through the lace and nylon as she moaned softly. "That feels so good, it's been so long," she whispered. I reached my right hand around her back, felt for the clasp that was denying me fuller access to her breasts, snapped it open with a well-practiced motion and removed the garment. As I stepped back she reflexively crossed her arms over her chest. "No, move your arms. I just want to look at you. I've wanted to see your tits ever since we moved into the neighborhood," I told her. She complied. "You really do have an amazing figure. I know women 10 years younger than you who would kill to have such a nice high, full rack." She smiled as I lowered my mouth to her left nipple, circling it with several long, lazy licks before sucking on it gently, feeling her spasm when I gently nipped it. I then lavished similar attention on her other breast before kissing her mouth once more, then standing back a step. "That felt really nice," Sue said. "Thank you." "No. Thank you," I said, then went silent, still testing her, knowing she would likely fill the gap soon enough. "Would you...should we go to my bedroom?" "We will. But first...I want you to show me more." "Right here? In my kitchen? What if someone sees?" "No one can see over those hedges that we haven't gotten around to trimming yet. And the bright sun has turned your windows into mirrors anyway." "What...what do you want me to do?" "Show me. Show me what you do. Late at night, early in the morning...everyone does it. Show me what you do to pleasure yourself. I want to watch you, to see you at your most beautiful, how you tense, how you relax...how you come." "I've never done that," she said shyly. "You've never come?" I said with a smirk. "No, silly. I've never...been watched before." "It's as natural as rain. I'll be quiet," I said, pulling a chair from the kitchen table, turning it around and sitting in it, facing her. "If you close your eyes you won't even know I'm here." Her eyebrows were furrowed. "This is kind of strange. I don't know how I feel." "I bet I know how you feel," I said, rising from the chair and walking toward her. I slid my finger down the front of her shorts, felt the humidity between her legs as I ran my finger along the length of her womanhood. "You feel turned on. Give me a show," I said, taking her hand and placing it on my half-erect cock, "and I'll give you this. Wherever you want it." She didn't say anything, but the way her hand was fondling my shaft and balls told me all that I needed to know. I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her up onto the countertop, then reached for the hem of her shorts. She raised her ass cheeks to allow me to pull both her shorts and lacy cream-colored panties down. "Oh my sweet Sue," I said teasingly. "You know what they say about women who wear matching sets of underwear, don't you?" She nodded knowingly as her clothes finished their journey down her long legs, and I took in the sight of her hairy vagina. "Au naturel, just like I imagined." "You've imagined me naked before?" she asked. Her surprise matched my own. "Are you kidding? I bet most of the guys and teenage boys around the neighborhood have. I know I've certainly come while thinking about you," I revealed, returning to my chair. "Now, let's see you put your imagination to work." Sue sat there, unmoving. "Touch yourself." After another moment's pause, she did as instructed, placing her right hand between her legs, her forefinger starting on her clit before sliding along her labia. "Spread yourself, like a centerfold," I instructed. She did, revealing the pinkness of her innermost beauty for my eyes before sliding her middle finger into her channel, her thumb on her erect pleasure button. She closed her eyes, leaned back until her head rested against the upper cabinet, her left hand going up to her right nipple, losing herself to the moment. My cock, which had been at half-mast since I'd been admitted into Sue's house, was now fully erect. I reached up the right leg of my shorts and began massaging my head while watching Sue pleasure herself, then pushed the loose cotton up, allowing me to wrap my fist around my shaft. Sue opened her eyes, saw me stroking myself and responded by increasing the tempo of her motions. I could actually hear her wetness as she slid her index and middle fingers together along and around her pussy, wishing it was my tongue there, figuring there would be plenty of time for that later. She varied her masturbation technique, using her thumb and two largest fingers to rub, stroke and penetrate her pleasure zone and play with her clearly sensitive nipples for several minutes while I slowly milked my cock. A grin came to her face as she began moaning and sighing, closing in on her climax. I stopped touching myself, intent on enjoying the performance Sue was putting on. "Let yourself go, beautiful," I whispered, and moments later she shuddered and shrieked as she came, then slumped back, smiling. "That was an incredible thing to witness." I stood up, pulled my tee shirt over my head and removed my shorts, then sat back down. It struck me that it was funny, the both of us nude except for our footwear, and I let forth a small laugh that brought Sue back down to earth. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," I said, stroking my cock, bringing forth a perfect pearl of precum from my head. "I need you over here." She obeyed, sliding off of the counter and crossing the distance between us in a few short steps. She stood over me, scanning my naked body, most of her attention on my cock and balls. "I want your mouth on me," I instructed, placing my hands on her shoulders as she lowered herself to her knees before me, my legs parting to give her room as I sat back, my hands going to the top of her head, gently stroking her auburn hair as she reached out with her right hand. She was tentative, her hand feeling along my length, cupping my balls. She gave me a gentle squeeze, milking more of my precum. She touched the dewy substance with a finger in an exploratory fashion, pulled her finger away, stretching it like a strand of silken spider web until it snapped. She put her finger to her mouth, licked it clean, then finally lowered her mouth toward my pulsing head, her extended tongue swirling around it several times, like it was an ice cream cone. I applied gentle pressure to her head, urging her to take me into her mouth. Seconds later I gasped slightly as several inches of my rod disappeared between her lips, a slight scraping of teeth reminding me that this was a woman who probably didn't give head very often. I then felt a nice bit of pressure as she sucked, then watched as she slid her mouth off until just the tip was in her mouth. She sucked along my shaft again and began to establish a very pleasing rhythm that got me even harder. "That feels so fucking good," I said encouragingly. She tried to speak, mumbling and moaning along my length, sending vibrations pulsing along my member. "So...fucking...good." She removed her mouth, stroked me with her hand. "I've never been very good at this." "Really? You seem like a natural to me." She smiled at my compliment, continuing to pump me with her palm. "Thank you. I like the way you taste. But what I really want is to feel you inside of me. It's been too long since I've...been fucked," Sue said, seeming embarrassed by her language. "Let's go to the bedroom." "No," I said, and a slight frown came to her face." I want to take you here. Bend over the table." She paused briefly and then did as I asked, removing her glasses and steadying herself with her arms on the kitchen table, presenting herself to me. Her toned ass looked great, as did the peek of pink I got. I positioned myself behind her, hands on her hips, began to slide my erection along the outside of her channel, feeling her soft, wet downy hairs tickling along the top of my shaft, her lips parting. I teased her for a minute or so, causing her to get wetter. Finally, she laughed. "Are you going to fuck me, or what? Don't worry; it's safe." She gasped as I changed my angle and entered her partway. Several hard thrusts and I was all the way in. I held myself inside her, my entire length snugly surrounded by her wet warm walls. "Fuck, Sue, you're so tight!" I started pumping in and out, hard, my balls slapping against her ass as we both grunted and moaned. "I feel incredible, like an animal!" Sue exclaimed through gritted teeth as she laid her head on the table, looking back at me as a hand went to her clit. She rubbed herself vigorously, making occasional contact with my shaft and balls as she slid her fingers around as I fucked her, her breasts smushed against the laminate surface of the table. As a tit man I wanted to see them while we fucked, so I withdrew from Sue's amazing pussy to change positions. "On your back," I instructed her. She began to roll over as I lifted her up, positioning her at at the edge of the table, her womanhood still gaping open as I lifted her legs to my shoulders. I slid back into her easily, loving her smile almost as much as the amazing sensations I was feeling from my tip all the way to the root of my shaft every time I bottomed out inside her accommodating, hungry slit. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, flattened out somewhat but still proudly defying gravity, hypnotizing me even as the table shook under the pressure of our pleasure. I began to feel my imminent release, wanting to help Sue experience the same sensations that I was on the verge of having. As if reading my mind she lowered a hand to our union, touching herself externally while I continued to provide friction and heat inside of her. "Don't stop, Steve, don't stop...I'm so close!" "I ain't gonna stop until I'm spent," I tried to reassure her. But I did in fact stop thrusting momentarily, holding myself deep inside of her while trying to think of the unsexiest things possible in order to delay my climax. I moved slowly, carefully inside her, almost lifting her up with my length as I tried to prolong my ecstasy, her finger still busy on her button. "Fuck, Sue, I can't hold off much longer!" I exclaimed as I began to pump into her rapidly once more. "Come for me, come inside me, fill my need," she whispered huskily, her legs wrapping around me. A near-grimace came over her face as she began to grunt her climax, her body shuddering as I felt that indescribably amazing feeling from my tightening balls to my chest that signaled my release. "Fuck, I'm coming!" My cock pulsed inside her half a dozen times, my sperm spasming forth deep inside Sue's enclosure as her face relaxed into a serene smile. Her legs unclenched and dropped to the edge of the table as I began to soften inside her. I withdrew, bent over, kissed Sue from just above her pubic hair and up her body until our mouths joined together. I wrapped my arms around her, brought her to her feet, and we stood embracing each other, all embarrassment gone as we smiled blissfully for an expanded moment. "Well, those gutters aren't going to clean themselves," Sue noted unexpectedly, suddenly all business as she took her hands off of me and moved to gather her clothes. I laughed gently as she bent over, a bit of my white come visible on her dark bush as it dripped out of her before she headed to the bathroom. "Yes ma'am," I replied, gathering my own clothing and reaching for a paper towel to clean myself off.