0 comments/ 67593 views/ 5 favorites The Painter By: B_Happy Last Summer our house needed a coat of paint. I was off for the Summer because I was teaching school, and was just working on lesson plans at home. My husband hired a painter to do the work. He'd done some work for us before, and he seemed to be a nice guy, but this project would take at least two weeks because he worked alone. Mike wore jeans on the job every day, faded and paint stained, and usually a T-shirt. I was 35 that Summer and had been married almost ten years. I'd guess he was a good five years younger. Most days I was alone in the house while he worked, and at first I stayed out of his way. But then I found myself watching him when he was unaware. Doing physical work in the Summer sun, he was manly in an earthy way and I was attracted by the combination of his handsome looks and un self conscious proficiency. Since we married, my husband had been my only man. I had been with a few others before I met him, but I thought I would always be faithful. My husband, on the other hand, playfully entertained fantasies of me being with other men, and thought it would be unnatural if I never found myself attracted to another. I wore my usual Summer outfits, shorts, halter tops, T-shirts, around the house while he worked. After a first few days I realized that the attraction I felt to him was mutual. He went out of his way to be near me. On the fourth or fifth day the weather changed. That afternoon the skies blackened, and it started to rain. He had to pack it in early. When he finished, I offered him a beer and invited him to join me on our covered porch. His questions got me talking, first about the history of the house at first, then more personal history. I asked questions too, and learned that he was married and had been a ball player in college. He had studied political science, but it didn't prepare him for much of a career. He was learning computer graphics, going to school at night, and wanted to get into web design. The painting allowed him to work outdoors, which he loved, and he took a lot of satisfaction from satisfying his customers. The beer turned into two, and then three. He explored me with his mind as well as his eyes, and the chemistry I felt caused a dampening in my pants that I hadn't experienced with another man in many years. He inquired about my work, my interests, and ultimately, my marriage. At first it was about how my husband and I met, what he did, what we liked to do together. Then I almost choked on my beer when he asked if I'd always been faithful. "Of course," I answered, "haven't you?" That opened up an entirely different territory for exploration and I found it very interesting. In a round about way he told me that both he and his wife had been with other people. Most of the time, together, as two couples, but sometimes separately. I guess my upbringing had been more sheltered, because I'd read about things like that, but surely none among my friends would admit to it. But I did recall how my husband and I entertained fantasies together, and how it was him who conjured that I might one day find myself in a situation such as I did right then, but it didn't prepare me for facing the power of my reaction. It was getting late and we both knew my husband would be home soon. Mike thanked me for the beers. He took my hand in his and told me how much he enjoyed talking with me, and told me how fortunate I was, and then closed by telling me how beautiful I was! My hand felt hot in his and blood rushed to my face. I must have turned a hundred shades of red, but I couldn't take my hand away. Time stood still for a moment, then he turned to leave, saying that he looked forward to seeing me in the morning. After he left, I was hot and bothered in a way I was not accustomed to. I washed the empty bottles and put them in the recycle bin. I felt the urge to pee, hot between my legs, and I put my hand there. My pants felt damp. The bathroom was right next to the kitchen. I unbuttoned my shorts and kicked them off. My panties were dark where my juices saturated them, my lips were swollen. I sat on the toilet and relaxed, allowing the hot stream to splash into the water. I let two fingers of my right hand part my lips to reveal my engorged clitoris. I looked down. The tip of it looked back and me, red and needy. My fingers parted the folds of my vagina and became coated with copiously flowing lubricant. They glided softly around the tip of my clit, bearing down as I abandoned myself to shameless masturbation. When I slipped my left hand under my halter, and began pinching my nipples, I felt the circuit connect with my clit, and I convulsed in orgasm. A hard one first, followed by two or three aftershocks, until I stopped for fear of getting sore. All the time I was imagining Mike. Taking me in his arms instead of letting go of my hand, and holding me against him. I closed my eyes and could almost feel his warm, hard body. Then I realized how soon my husband would be home, and I scurried to shower and change. Early the next day the skies were clear and Mike was back on the job. My husband left early, and I could see Mike on a scaffold outside my bedroom window. I parted the drapes, just a little, not wanting him to be aware. He was just a few feet away, and the height of the scaffold had his legs at just about my eye level. I looked up and saw his muscles rippling under his shirt as he raised and lowered the big roller. His well-worn jeans fit close to his hips, and hugged his butt when he bent to dip the roller. He worked steadily, methodically, and I began to imagine how I might throw open the curtains, raise the window, and lure him inside! Once more I felt myself lubricating with my fantasy. Fingers traced my swelling nipples through T-shirt I had slept in and caressed my dampening pants. Mike worked unaware, making his way closer to where I was standing, and I held just one eye to a crack in the drapes. At moments I found myself as close to the front of his jeans as if we were lovers, and I imagined what was just behind the faded denim. I was close enough to touch him, were it not for the window, and I wished it wasn't there. My need was great and I threw myself back on the bed, face down, bunching the covers between my legs, and humping myself against them as I've done since my early teens. Clamped to the blanket, I thrust myself into it, squeezing my nipples and frictioning my clit against the bundle imagining it was Mike's leg between mine! I knew he was right outside the window, and fantasized that I had left the drapes ajar, and he bent down to pick up a brush, and saw me in the throes of passion! I gushed from the imagined intensity of his eyes and the very real burning, wet slide of skin against pants, until I had to bury my face in the pillow to stifle the cry of my sweet orgasm. I had never felt such an fixation on another man in my years of marriage. Not that I had never fantasized about other men, and not that I hadn't flirted, but nothing that felt as real as this. It made me feel youthful and mischievous, a most pleasant feeling. It was a very hot day, and I could see Mike was sweating. I had an appointment that day to have lunch with two of my colleagues. I showered and dressed as I would for work in a skirt and blouse. I was too hot for hose, so I shaved my legs particularly close and wore strapped sandals. As I made up, I knew that Mike hadn't seen me in anything but cutoffs or shorts. I imagined that I was dressing for him and chose the tightest, most fitted skirt I could and yet still be appropriate for work. I'm usually pretty expeditious getting out of the house, but my making up and primping in front of the mirror almost made me late. When I walked out the back door, Mike was standing nearby. The slam of the door caught his attention, and was surprised to hear him let out a whistle! I knew I looked good in that skirt and was not surprised that he came over. "Hey, where are you going?," he asked, "Got a hot date?" "Just with you," I said with a wink, and I explained about my meeting. "Sorry I'm such a mess," he replied, "If I knew it was a date I would have dressed for it!." The chemistry that I had felt the prior afternoon returned, and we both smiled. He walked me to my car, and opened my door. It was not easy to be modest with the skirt, especially with a man leaning over the open driver's window. I dropped into the seat as gracefully as possible, but couldn't stop my skirt from riding up as I brought my legs inside. He didn't look away. Again time froze as we held our positions. There was a certain intimacy in my being so pruriently exposed, and his crotch being once more so close to my face. I hoped I wouldn't stain my skirt. My meeting lasted a few hours and went well. I pulled back behind the house by three o'clock. The day had grown hotter and I was struck by it as I left the air-conditioned comfort of my car. Mike was putting away some paint and had taken a beer from his cooler. "You look hot," I said, walking closer to the house. "That's supposed to be my line," he replied with a smile, "Here, have a beer." He bent down to take a cold one from the Igloo, and as he popped the top, it sprayed over both of us. "Damn!," I said, flicking my hands across the front of my blouse, wiping away the spray. But it felt cool where the fabric was wet against my skin, and I felt my mischievous streak kick in. I noticed that garden hose on the ground right near my left foot. "I bet you'd like to cool off," I asked, and before he could answer I bent down, picked up the nozzle, and opened it up on him. Laughing hysterically, I sprayed him from head to toe. He lunged for the nozzle, but I twisted and turned, keeping it away from him. The stream sprayed everywhere, and by the time he seized the nozzle and turned it on me I was practically soaked already! Soon we were both drenched to the skin. My blouse was practically transparent and my bra showed clearly through. My skirt clung to me everywhere. Mike's jeans glistened dark blue, and I could see the bulge in his crotch. Before I knew it, the hose was on the ground and I was in his arms, our lips hungrily seeking each others lips. Everything I'd felt and imagined the past two days tumbled through my mind, and then my need numbed everything else. I pulled him down on top of me on the wet grass. With our lips still locked, I undid the button on his jeans, and slid the zipper down. I was surprised to find that he wore no underpants! I felt nothing but cock, big and hard in my hand, as it sprung from his pants. I wiggled my hips against the wet grass to help him hike my skirt. My swollen cunt was ready for him! He pressed himself to me and I pulled my panties aside. I humped my hips against him as I had against my blanket, but he held back, teasing me. When I stopped, he pressed slowly forward, parting my slippery lips with the head of his cock, opening me gently until I felt the mouth of my vagina wrapped around the heat of his head. He entered me, filling me to my depths, stretching me around him, skin against skin, wet clothes against wet clothes, lips against lips. We moved together eagerly savoring the intimate contact and I sensed that his urgent thrusting would soon push him over the edge. We moaned and groaned and panted together and until his boiling cum erupted inside me! I released him and his cock plopped from me. He opened my blouse and the front clasp of my bra, then kissed his way to my breasts, favoring them both with his attention, and ended with his face between my legs. His tongue and fingers explored my sex as I rhythmically humped his face. Then he wrapped his lips around the tip of my clit which caused me to grab him by his hair and hold him there until I finished with a cry! When we were both spent, he picked me up and carried me into the house. No man had ever carried me like that before and it felt very primal. In the bathroom we helped each other undress, and then we showered together. He kneeled down and kissed my cunt under the spray until I came again, then, while we were drying each other, he sat me on the vanity and stood between my legs. He grew hard again and I pulled him to me, taking him inside, filling myself with his cock. I caressed his balls and wrapped my fingers around his slippery cock as it moved in and out of me. When he orgasmed I felt his cum erupt from deep inside and course through his cock until it splashed inside me. By the time we were done his clothes were almost dry and it was getting late. While he cleaned up outside I found myself smiling and humming as I changed back into shorts and a T-shirt, knowing he'd be back tomorrow and hoping it would be as interesting a day. That night when we went to bed, my husband was in a playful mood. I felt particularly sexy and when I came to bed I put on a black satin teddy that he is particularly fond of. I wondered how he'd react if he knew what I had done, but I wasn't ready to find out. Maybe another day. I didn't feel guilty, he was always suggesting it. In fact, I felt more passion than usual. He turned out the light and pulled me against him under the cover. I became quickly wet when he asked, "Have you ever fantasized about Mike, do you find him attractive?." "Yes," I purred, "I think he's really hot, very masculine!" It was our usual game. "Imagine how it would be if he saw you in this teddy," my husband fantasized. And as he began fucking me, I did. The Painter She was sleeping late that day. Her husband was going to be at work all day and had already left. Happily, he had let her sleep as they had been out late the night before. It had been a nice night out with friends for dinner and drinks. She thought to herself how they just do not do that enough. There were so many friends who they did not see enough. They should make more of a point of inviting people over she thought to herself for the umpteenth time. It felt good lying in her bed as the warm breeze came through her windows. She had had another long week and she needed to just lie there and enjoy her solitude. It felt good to be in her bed in her lace nightie. She only wore this when her husband begged her. It made him extremely horny as he could see her nipples through the pink lace fabric. When she was standing the fabric didn't completely cover her ass cheeks, which he also loved as he really enjoyed looking at her behind, grabbing it, massaging it, and telling her how any man who saw her in this nightie, or just saw her ass would want to throw her on the bed and take her right then and there. He'd tell her how he could make piles of money as he could charge for the privilege of just watching her walk by in this nightie while they caught glimpses of the red hair between her legs and her nice pert 36B's of a much younger woman. Even though she was tired from her week and their evening out, she had acquiesced to his pleading and put the nightie on. She had to admit that she had enjoyed watching him quickly build a tent in his shorts as he leered at her and later loved feeling his hardness against her belly as he savagely kissed her; rotating between groping her ass and massaging her breasts before laying her down and pushing into her. It had been a satisfying ending to the evening. She hadn't been in the mood but it was fact that the lace rubbing across her body had an effect on her as much as the visual had an effect on him and the outcome was nice. She reached down, spreading her legs a little, pulling the fabric up just a bit and lightly tickled down below. She moaned, remembering the night before; she smiled, and she dozed off. She had forgotten all about the painters coming that day to put the second coat on the outside of their house and to prime and paint the exterior of the windows. As she slept she did not hear the ladder being placed against the outside of the house. Not hearing was perhaps understandable as she slept on the third floor of a Queen Anne and the ladder was actually leaning 30 feet away from her. Most of the house had a steeply pitched roof but just outside her bedroom window as a large flat roof where the house ended at two floors. The painter had scurried up to the second floor and was now comfortably preparing to finish his work on the third floor exterior without the need of a ladder. The day before the painters had removed the combination storm/screen windows so they could be scraped, painted and reinstalled. He lifted the first window and screw gun and approached the first window. As he did he was thinking to himself how lucky these people were to have this house. It was a very fine house; larger than most he had worked on. He was looking forward to finishing the job but had enjoyed working for these people as they made progress payments on time and without complaint. They were nice people, he thought to himself. He especially was taken by the wife. There was something about her that made him look forward to seeing her. Maybe it was her smile, or perhaps that she was a redhead; he'd always had a thing for redheads. Or maybe it was her body...yes; he agreed with himself it was probably her body. The work outfit she was wearing that first day he met her really clung to her ass nicely and when they all sat at the kitchen table to sign the agreement he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off his legs long enough or often enough as her skirt rode up her thighs making him wonder what it would be like to be between those legs. He set the window down, retrieving his caulk gun to seal out the water. Cutting off the tip of the caulk tube and shoving a nail into it to get the caulk to run he began applying a bid on the frame of the window. As he did so his eyes followed the tube...and he froze. "Oh my god" he thought. He was looking at the woman, lying in bed. "Oh my god" she doesn't have panties on! He froze. What to do, what to do. He just stood there with caulk running out of the gun. He whispered to himself "my god that pussy is just as beautiful as I thought it would be" as he stood staring between her legs. I have to get out of here he thought to himself as he continued leering. He felt his dick rising as he stood staring at this woman. He reached down, touching himself, adjusting himself, allowing for more room in his pants as he continued to grow, looking at her sex. He had adjusted himself but still left his hand on his dick. He squeezed it feeling his hardness. He rubbed it a little, looking around to confirm that nobody could see him from the nearby houses. He felt himself get dizzy as his dick took command of his senses. He kicked off his shoes. When he later thought back to this day, and he did often, he wouldn't really remember moving into the house through the open window but he would never forget standing there, a scant ten feet or so from the foot of the bed staring at those beautiful full lips between this woman's legs. He took a step closer followed by two more. The woman moved. He froze. "Oh my god, he thought, she's going to see me!" Even finishing his thought he knew that at some level this was worth it even if she did seem him. And oh my...her legs had parted even more with her movement. He shuffled forward to the foot of the bed. He could hear her breathing. It was soft, steady, heavy; she was sound asleep. He moved down to his knees, ogling every part of this woman. He watched her ankle, moving his eyes up her calf to the inside of her knee and up her milky white thigh. "Oh god" he thought, he was going to cum in his jeans just looking at this woman. He knew he was in a dangerous spot; a spot more dangerous than he had ever been in. If she was to awake obviously she would freak. She would certainly call the cops, who would call immigration who would certainly send him back to Mexico, but somehow he just didn't care. He slowly leaned toward her over the bed. "What an amazing body" he thought to himself. As he moved closer he could see how she had nicely trimmed her bush. He could see her freckled skin through the fabric of her nightie. He could see her nipples! "Oh my god, I can see her nipples" he whispered to himself. "Oh...my...god...she has such nice tits...oh god I wish I could suck on them" he thought not taking his eyes off the areolas surrounding her beautiful nipples that he so wanted to suck. "I have got to have this woman" he again thought, forgetting the Cops and the INS as was thinking only with one part of his body. "God I want to fuck her" he again repeated to himself looking again to her pussy. He leaned closer, placing his hands on either side of her legs as he moved his face toward his goal. He could smell her now. He could smell that wonderful smell of a woman's pussy. It had been so long since he had licked a pussy and he really wanted to lick this one. He now was just inches from his goal. Inhaling deeply; taking in her sent; he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He flicked it toward her just touching her pussy hair with the tip of his tongue. She didn't move. Her breathing didn't change. He moved an inch closer. His nose was practically touching her mound of hair above her lips. He stuck his tongue out another time...probing...probing. His tongue touched her lips. She didn't move. He moved his tongue up her slit, spreading her lips aside as he moved. She moaned! He froze. He saw her hand moving toward her crotch. He quickly backed away. Her hand brushed against her pussy as she rolled over with one leg stretched out toward him and the other bent up toward her chest. "Oh my god" he whispered to himself again. He pose was exposing her pussy to him more than before. "What did this mean" he asked himself. "Could she be awake? Was this her way of inviting him toward her?" That's when he heard something. It was the cat! Her cat was coming up the steps and mewing as he approached. This surely would wake her. He knew he had to get out! He dove out the window within some part of a second and hid behind the wall out of view. He heard her call out for the cat. "That was close" he thought as he felt his heart beat starting to return to normal. He quickly stood and started banging around pretending to get ready to start painting the wall of the house. He looked over at the window. The cat was looking at him from the window sill. The woman was calling for the cat, telling him to come inside as she walked toward the window still wearing nothing but her nightie. She picked up the cat, holding him to her breasts as she peaked out the window. "Oh, I didn't know you were here" she stated. He just waived and smiled as she looked down. That is when they both noticed his boots, still lying beneath the window where he had kicked them off a few moments before. The Painter When the doorbell rang, I muttered a curse and threw down my tube of mascara, which landed in the sink, only to bounce out and land on the floor. I shrugged, thinking at least I was finished and not answering the door with half done makeup, and reached for my robe, tying it around my waist as I hustled to the door. The morning had sucked already, and I had only been up for a little over an hour. Getting myself out of the house on time was hard enough, but add in the children factor, the end result was usually frustration, irritation, and most times a lack of punctuation. Needless to say, I was perturbed as I opened the door, only to stop short at the sight of who greeted me. "Hello, Ma'am, my name is Nick." He held out a hand, and mine reached out in automatic response. I held my breath as our flesh touched. His strong fingers caressed my palm as he let go, causing my stomach to jump in anticipation. Anticipation of what, I wasn't sure. "My crew and I will be painting your exterior today." I raised my brows in question, and crossed my arms under my breasts. "I just wanted to let you know we were here." His eyes drank in my face, lowered to my breasts where they lingered, slid down to my ankles, and roamed back up. Slowly. His blue eyes were filled with lust as they met mine, making my insides clench in response. At my continued silence, he said, "Did your husband let you know we were coming today?" I shook my head no. For some reason, words had escaped me. Was it the way the early morning sun glinted off his blonde hair? Or the way the corner of his mouth tilted up as I stared at him? Or was it the bulge in his pants that was still growing, making a tent out of those white Dickey's painter pants? Maybe it was the way he looked at me, as if he wanted to rip off my robe then and there and fuck me until we were both spent and raw, right there in the entryway. My pussy clenched at the thought, and my nipples hardened as if in preparation for being fondled, sucked, and plucked. "Alright. Is it going to be a problem, ma'am?" I could only shake my head again, conveying it would not be a problem. He smiled then, a genuine heartfelt smile that made me warm all over. "Great. I'll go ahead and get started then." He turned to walk away and my eyes automatically dropped to his ass. It was on the smaller side, but looked firm and yummy trapped inside those suddenly sexy painter pants. Funny, I had never thought of painter pants as sexy before. I knew then that I was never going to look at them in the same way again. He stopped and turned back so suddenly I was busted checking out his ass. He chuckled as I blushed and smoothed the front of my silky robe in a nervous gesture. "Are you going to be leaving any time soon?" I nodded, feeling like a total idiot. What was it about this guy that had my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth? And my insides feel like it was already the hundred degrees the lovely weatherman promised for today? His smile kicked up a notch. "Okay, then. We'll start the masking in the back of the building." "Okay" was all I could say, feeling awkward. He nodded, still smiling, and walked to the end of the walkway. He had stepped off the walkway and onto the driveway, and was almost out of sight before I shook myself out of whatever trance the man had me in, and called out "Let me know if you need anything!" He stopped suddenly, looked over his shoulder and into my eyes. "Oh, I will. Count on it." The innuendo was unmistakable, coupled with the way he undressed me with his eyes. I had an unexpected urge to giggle, but controlled myself. The guy obviously thought I was attractive, and I didn't want to ruin it sounding like a teenybopper. Instead I smiled, feeling sexy for the first time in what seemed like forever and shut the door. Work had been busy, and my mind was full of all the paperwork and filing that still needed to be done, so by the time I pulled into the driveway for lunch, I had forgotten all about the painting being done on the house. It was a shock to see all of the windows covered in plastic, and half the house a different shade. The biggest shock of all was the way my heart started hammering at the sight of Nick, his bare chest glistening with sweat, revealing how toned and hard he was, with his white Dickie's splattered with different shades of paint slung low on his hips. He looked up as I opened my car door, and while I couldn't see his face clearly, I saw the sexy smile he threw my way. While the heat outside was starting to become stifling, the warmth of his gaze made me burn with a totally different kind of heat. I was a little disappointed when he continued with his work. I shrugged, looking forward to some food and my hour break before I went back to the grind. I grabbed my purse and swung my legs around. I thought about doing the Sharon Stone leg cross as I slid off my seat but thought better of it. I was way too old to be pulling that one off. As I shut the car door, I heard my cell phone ring. Inside the car. Cursing under my breath I searched for the keys that had already fallen to the bottom of my purse, and victorious, I pushed the button that unlocked the doors. I didn't spot my phone right away, and by now it had quit ringing. With a groan, I threw my purse onto the drivers seat and started searching for the irritating necessity. True to Murphy's Law, it had slid under the seat. It wasn't until I emerged with phone in hand that I remembered I had company. Mortified, I turned to see if my dread was founded. Sure enough, four men with paintbrushes in hand were frozen to the spot. I blushed, realizing I had apparently given them quite a show while bent over the seat of my car. My eyes found Nick, who seemed to shake himself out of a stupor. I heard him say a few harsh words and the rest of the men quickly went back to work. He nodded to me, as if to say "no worries", but I still wished desperately that I could rewind the last five minutes and ignore the stupid phone. I tried to give him a smile of thanks, but I think it turned out more like a grimace. As I walked to the front door, I could feel more than one set of eyes on me. Even as embarrassed as I was, I still couldn't help but stand up a little straighter (pushing what little breasts I had out) and adding a little extra sway to my hips. It felt good to feel attractive, especially to such a wide range of ages. Ah well, I gave 'em something to talk about. With that thought in mind, I sashayed to the front door and took my time unlocking it. As I closed the door behind me I determined to enjoy my lunch hour, despite the embarrassment. I searched the refrigerator, not really seeing my options, still flushed and bothered from the last few minutes and decided on the old standby- a ham and cheese sandwich. A knock on the front door startled me, and I looked out the kitchen window to see Nick standing there, looking as hot as the first time I laid eyes on him. I drew in a deep breath and waved at him to come in. The front door opened and closed, and the sound of his footsteps in the entry way carried to the kitchen. I busied myself with pulling out the ingredients for my lunch, trying to make it look like flashing the neighborhood was a common occurrence, and I didn't want to hide in bed with the covers over my head for the rest of my life. "Excuse me, Ma'am." Nick said politely. I mumbled an affirmative. "I am sorry for the behavior of my crew. They know better than to ogle a pretty lady." "Um. That's okay. I kind of forgot you were here, and..." I was too self-conscious to go on, so I just kept on with making my food, as if he weren't standing there. "May I get a glass of water?" He asked, just as politely. "Of course!" I replied, still not looking directly at him. "You must be hot working out there in this weather." I knew I was babbling as I reached into the cupboard for a glass, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. "The news said we are in for a heat wave that is supposed to last all week." I filled the glass with cold tap water and turned to give it to him. I was startled to find him directly behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. He smiled as he accepted the glass and brought it to his lips. I swallowed, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I watched him drink the entire glass of water. Fascinated, my eyes followed a bead of sweat as it slowly made its way down the side of his face to his neck, then past his throat to his chest, picking up speed as it reached his flat stomach and mingled with the hair that started just under his belly button and disappeared under his Dickies. Our eyes locked and he set the glass down on the counter without missing a beat. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I started to feel lightheaded. Although, it could have been from the way his eyes watched me as I drank in the sight of him. His bare chest was gleaming with sweat, and I imagined how he would taste. I licked my lips, wishing I could lean forward and lick the salty trail from beginning to end. "Uh, would you like more?" I said, feeling stupid for working myself up to feeling hot and bothered. "I'd love some...more." He said just above a whisper and his eyes dropped to my chest. I resisted the urge to cross my arms, certain that my hard nipples were clearly outlined through the thin fabric of my blouse. Instead, I broke eye contact and busied myself with refilling the glass with more water. I heard a soft groan from behind me, and when I turned my head to look, Nick was even closer, his eyes devouring my backside. Unconsciously, my high-heeled feet spread, forcing my back to arch. My breath hitched as he stepped so close behind me I could feel his erection brushing my ass. I controlled my urge to back up, to feel his hard, hot body flush against mine. He reached around me to shut off the water, which was now flowing over the rim of the glass. I admired the strong hands and muscular forearm as it came into view, wishing it were me he was touching. As if he heard my unspoken words, he leaned forward, his chest brushing against my back. His hand came around mine on the glass, and I watched, fascinated as our linked hands set the drink on the counter beside us. Instinctively I grabbed on to the small section of counter in front of me, holding myself up when all I wanted to do was melt into him, fuck him until we both came, screaming. I could feel his breath next to my ear, and held my own as his fingers left a wet trail from my fingers, up my arm to my neck. I shivered as he brushed my hair to one side, exposing the nape of my neck. "God your beautiful." Nick whispered, breaking whatever trance I had let myself fall into. I closed my eyes as his soft lips touched my skin. Goose bumps erupted from the spot, then made a trail behind his fingers as they slid down my collar bone, then the outside of my breast. Impossibly, my nipples tightened even more, begging to be touched. He must have seen, because he circled my nipple with the slightest touch of a fingertip, then ran a palm over it. I moaned in pleasure, and arched my breast more firmly into his palm, which also successfully pushed my ass against his hard cock. He groaned and pumped against me, stroking his cock between my cheeks. "God, your ass is perfect." He rocked against me harder, pushing me against the counter. In the same moment, his free hand moved from where it rested beside mine on the lip of the sink and grabbed my other breast. I could only breathe in shallow breaths as he groped me, alternately squeezing both breasts then pinching my nipples. He brought his lips next to my ear. "I want to fuck you, right here." My eyes flew open. Even unfocused and blurry, I took in the fact that we were standing in front of the kitchen window, in perfect view of the street, where anyone could see us. As if reading my mind, he said, "Yes, right here. Where anyone could see. My crew..." He ground against me "a neighbor" he pinched my nipples "your husband" a hand left my breast and roamed down the front of me until I felt a rough palm on my thigh. At the thought my desires split. One part of me wanted to demand he stop immediately and run away in embarrassment. The other part of me though, wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck him, not giving a damn who saw. I didn't- couldn't -stop him as he slid a hand around my thigh to my ass, hiking up my skirt and exposing more bare skin. He gripped my ass firmly, then pushed my skirt up the rest of the way where it bunched around my waist. His breath became more erratic, as if the sight of my black lacy thong was more than he could stand. I held my breath as he fumbled with his zipper. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see his cock spring free of his pants and stand stiffly, straight out from his body. He rubbed the head of his cock between my cheeks, down between the crease of my legs. I hadn't realized how wet I had become until my panties slipped with the movement of his cock. My pussy clenched, feeling empty and desperate to be filled. He leaned forward with his chest, pushing my upper body so that I was bent at the waist. His fingers played with the edges of my soaked thong, then circled my clit, not quite touching the pulsing, swollen spot, all the while rubbing his cock against my ass. "Do you want it, beautiful?" he asked, finally touching my clit through the material, making me sob with need. "I want to feel your pussy clench around me as I fuck you from behind. Do you want the same thing?" I nodded, the only way I felt able to communicate. He pushed aside my panties, exposing my freshly shaved pussy to the air. I was unprepared when he pushed two fingers deep inside, taking me as close to an orgasm as I could without actually going over the edge. "I guess you do." He pumped his fingers in and out, finger fucking me until I was trembling and seriously about to beg him to fuck me. "God, you are so wet, so ready for me." "Yes!" I tried to say, but it only came out as a croak. Without another word he pulled his fingers free and I felt the head of his cock push against my entrance. As wet and turned on as I was, he slid right in, stopping only when he was balls deep. We both gave an appreciative sound at the feel of him inside me, and he reached around to play with my nipple, tweaking it in time with his deep thrusts. I spread my legs a little wider and arched my back, giving him a better view as well as better access. He leaned back a little, looking at the spot where we were joined, and pumped faster, taking me deep and hard. I moaned, visualizing the sight of his cock pulling almost all the way out then slamming home, disappearing into me, the tip hitting the exact spot that made me crazy. He grabbed my hips with both hands, pulling me against him in violent movements, sinking into me as deep as he could go. I felt the pressure build, and my skin tingled. I was about to go at any moment. Reaching between my legs I found his balls, tight and pulled close against his body. I caressed them as he fucked me, thrilling in the way he claimed me, making me feel sexy, wanted, and a little dirty. I felt him swell inside me, his own orgasm imminent. I squeezed his balls lightly, smiling at the sound of his guttural growl. He fucked me harder, faster. My hipbones bumped the counter every time he slammed into me and my tits bounced with every thrust, but I didn't care. Only the feel of him was important, his cock stroking me higher than I had ever been. I felt him tense and his cock got impossibly hard, spearing me, taking me over the edge. I couldn't stop the small scream that escaped my lips as the blood rushed from my head to my pussy. Lightheaded, I heard him grunt and he ground his hips into me as he came. I couldn't help the thrill at the feel of him coming inside of me, spewing in a hot stream, coating my insides. I clenched my pussy muscles, milking him for every drop, shivering in pleasure with each continued thrust. Then it was over. The house was quiet, broken only by the sound of our harsh breathing. He let his cock slide out, still caressing my hips and ass, and straightened. "That was amazing." He whispered, still out of breath. "Hell yeah." I replied, able to admit to my mind-blowing orgasm. Embarrassment was starting to set in, as I took in the picture of us, half clothed, in front of the window. I was too afraid to look outside and see just who we had put on our sexy show for. "Who cares?" He said, as if reading my mind. He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. "They're just jealous I got myself a hottie anyway." I laughed and shook my head. His hands slid up and around my ribcage, cradling my breasts, pushing them up and together. "God, baby. You make me want you again. Even after all these years you can make me hard with just a look." I smiled "Well...Nick –good one by the way- I guess that means that if you're a good boy, maybe after we put the kids to bed tonight, I can put on my school girl outfit and we can play teacher..."