5 comments/ 18925 views/ 3 favorites Heavenly Grounds By: Kurik Michelle threw her keys on the counter, frustrated near the end of another day. "Dammit!" she said out loud as she talked to herself. "This house is never going to sell!" Michelle felt herself near tears and took a deep breath to calm herself. She was just so tired. For three months now, she had been working, fixing up the house, and scheduling showings. The latest showing had been just earlier that morning. Nine times she'd cleaned the house spotless for a showing, and how many offers had she gotten? Two...both of them ridiculously low with no sign of being raised any time soon. Michelle opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of water and slammed the door, wincing as she heard a bottle fall over inside. "Dammit again! Who's bright idea was this anyway?" she asked, opening the bottle and taking a drink. Three months ago, her husband Carl had taken a job six states away. It really was too good of an opportunity to pass up, and she had been totally supportive of him. Michelle of course, had stayed behind in order to sell the house and wrap up their affairs. There was also only one more month of school, and Michelle really wanted Anne, her thirteen-year-old daughter, to finish out the school year at her regular school. It was so hard, though. Michelle and Carl had been married for fourteen years, and they had never been apart more than a week or so in all that time. Michelle missed the adult conversation and company she got from Carl. She missed having him around and felt very empty after so long without him. Michelle shook her head as she also admitted to herself that she was getting so easily frustrated for another reason. The phone sex she had with Carl every so often was nice, always hot and she never failed to cum, but it just wasn't the same thing. It seemed that about the only thing going right with their plan, was Anne finishing a wonderful end to the school year. Michelle on the other hand, was having a miserable time. There was so much work in selling a house, getting packed, closing accounts, filling out what seemed like hundred of change of address forms. All with no help. All that added to the loneliness and frustration of being separated from her husband. Yep, she was just sick of it, no way around it. Michelle set the bottle of water down on the kitchen counter. She took a look around, satisfied that the house was clean enough. "Why the hell am I staying here then? I need to get out. Definitely. Hear that? I'm going out!" Michelle yelled to the empty house, notifying no one in particular. Anne was spending the night with a friend and going to her house straight after school. Perfect time for Michelle to go and relieve a little stress. Michelle smiled as she decided to go to her favorite coffee shop, Heavenly Grounds. She loved the cozy interior with both open tables and private nooks set up to curl up with a book and a warm cup of coffee. Or, as Michelle was looking forward to, a warm cup of double chocolate cappuccino with a swirl of cream on top. Michelle grabbed the book she was currently reading, twirled her keys around her finger and walked out the door, eager to relax. She really hoped one of the private nooks was empty. She just loved the over-sized cushions of all different colors that were spread on the floor and looked forward to lounging for a while, with no worries. Michelle's friends always teased her about coming to this coffeehouse. "Don't you feel uncomfortable there? It's always full of college aged people, singles, or people there to listen to the poetry or musicians that they have sometimes." Michelle liked it, though. Even at thirty-seven years old, a mother of a thirteen-year-old, and being a devoted married woman for fourteen years, she never felt uncomfortable there. She always felt welcomed and relaxed, almost at home. And she didn't really look that out of place with the regular crowd. There may be a few more lines on her face, a bit more maturity to her features, but the people at the coffeehouse always seemed to enjoy her company and appreciate her presence. Michelle was proud to be accepted by them. Michelle was very proud of the fact, as well, that she still wore the same size clothes that she did in college. She might not feel as comfortable around the kids if she was a wide-hipped, roly-poly, matronly looking woman. As it was, she filled out her jeans as nicely as any undergraduate, and tighter than most. Her sweater hugged her upper body and provided a very sexy concealment of the swell of her breasts. She might be old enough to be the mom of some of these kids, but she still looked more like a slightly older sister for most of them. With her blonde hair cut short, highlights framing her almost elfin looking face, Michelle always hoped that she would be the mother at school functions that her daughter's friends would think was cool and pretty. Michelle cursed silently to herself after she placed her order and then opened her purse. "Hellfire!" she thought. She had forgotten that she'd spent most of her cash at the grocery earlier. Biting back her embarrassment, Michelle cancelled the order for her pastry and had to settle for a small instead of a medium or large cappuccino. "Be happy with what you get" she muttered under her breath. Then silently..."Huh, I seem to be repeating that more and more lately, ought to make it my motto." She set her book down on the counter, her drink on top of it as she grabbed several napkins from the dispenser. As she pulled first one, then another napkin out, from the corner of her eye she saw an arm descending towards the counter. She saw it coming, but was unable to move in time or say anything, as she watched the arm land on the edge of her book, levering it off the counter and catapulting her cappuccino onto the floor. The cup landed the top burst off and the cappuccino splashed onto Michelle's shoes. Michelle closed her eyes as she felt her temper rise. "Bloody hell," she muttered under her breath. She took a deep breath. "Calm down" she thought. She glanced down at her shoe and turned to see what clumsy... "Oh wow, I am so sorry about that. Gawd, I can't believe I just did that." Michelle looked down at her shoes and the cappuccino, which had splashed onto them, dotting them with liquid as the rest poured out onto the floor and over her book. She barely heard the man apologize other than to recognize that his voice was masculine and had a nice sound to it. She started to bend down to rescue her book from the cappuccino threatening to stain the pages. Thunk! Michelle felt her head hit hard against...yeeoow! This guy was absolutely determined to ruin her day. She stood up quickly to rub her temple, the man straightened also, hand pressed against his forehead. "Shit, I am so sorry. Again. This isn't exactly my finest hour. Here, let me get that for you." Michelle winced as she rubbed her temple. She finally focused on the man who seemed determined to ruin the last good thing about her day. The man, if she could call him that, appeared to be in his early twenties. Michelle saw that his tucked in shirt, slacks and casual shoes matched and presented a respectable looking individual. As he straightened up, she elevated her gaze from his shoes. "Youth," she thought to herself, "they have it so good and don't even know it, he probably doesn't even work out." Her gaze took in his legs and the way his muscles pressed against his pants, his narrow waist, which blended in to a flat stomach, his chest and arms almost perfectly proportioned for his frame. His whole form made the statement that he was young and healthy, vibrant and alive. Michelle felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she finally raised her gaze to his eyes, to find them crinkled in amusement. He held out an open hand to her, smiling. "I'm really sorry ma'am. I'm Kevin. Here, let me make it up to you, what'd you have?" Michelle told him, then tried unsuccessfully to keep from watching him as he made his way to the counter. Michelle went ahead and grabbed some clean napkins, then stood outside one of the unoccupied private nooks. She waited until Kevin turned and made eye contact with her, to let him know where she was sitting. Michelle entered the nook. The five-foot wall was enough to let in some light, but still afford her some sense of privacy. The nook was lined with huge, soft pillows and one papa-san type chair in the corner. Michelle sat down, reclining amongst the pillows as she flipped her book open, blotting the cappuccino from the pages. Michelle was just growing disgusted again, after having calmed down, when Kevin popped his head around the corner. His smile was disarming as it spread across his face. "I hope this'll make up a little for my clumsiness, ma'am." His eyes fairly twinkled as he stepped into the alcove, carrying a large cappuccino with a frothy dollop of cream on top, and a flaky pastry along with it. Michelle found herself smiling back infectiously. "Stop calling me ma'am, you make me feel like some old lady. My name's Michelle. Thanks for the coffee." Kevin squatted down beside her, handing her the coffee and pastry, then taking a look at her book. "Damn, hope I didn't ruin it." "No, I think it'll be fine, got it all dried off. " Michelle glanced up at him and then suddenly found herself patting the cushion next to her. "You're welcome to join me if you want." She noticed as Kevin looked at her hand, taking in her diamond engagement ring and wedding band. "Well, I don't want your husband to get the wrong impression or anything." His smile never left his face, in fact, it only appeared to grow more mischievous. Michelle laughed softly. "Well, I don't think he's going to storm in here and start a fight with you. He's living out of state at the moment, new career and all." "And he left you behind? That must have been a tough choice to make." Michelle ducked her head as she wondered what it was about this man – boy almost – that she felt like talking, flirting, and confiding in him. "Well, I've been here for the past three months with my thirteen-year-old daughter trying to sell our house. Not having much luck there." She laughed lightly. "As a matter of fact, the most luck I've had lately is getting my small cappuccino spilled and replaced with a large." Michelle shifted on her cushion, moving her legs so that her knees were bent, legs tucked under her as she turned to face Kevin. She felt a thrill run through her stomach as she looked at him and realized that she was very attracted to him. There was almost something... magnetic about his presence. Kevin laughed along with her. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder as they shared the laughter, the gesture seemed natural for him. Michelle wondered if he was one of the "touchy people," as she called them, that had to reach out and touch the one they were talking with. She decided that she didn't mind his hand on her shoulder and took a sip of her drink as she let him withdraw it on his own schedule. "Well," he said, "I got my degree in interior design. It's hard to break into the field, but I do have skills." He laughed again as he placed a hand on her knee. "If you want, I could give you some suggestions, maybe help you make your house more appealing. Wouldn't charge you anything, either, as long as I could take some pictures of the finished project for my portfolio." Michelle leaned forward as he drew his hand away. Her knee suddenly felt cold as the warmth of his hand faded. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear a little voice – Tell him no...not a good idea...this is better avoided. "Oh! Could you?! That would be wonderful! I've tried everything I can think of and just haven't had any luck at all." Michelle placed her hand on his knee in return. Kevin smiled back at her excitement. "Well, maybe we can do something to change that luck for you." Michelle smiled back as she felt her heart skip a beat with a flutter. "Well, I suppose I could get your number, maybe give you a call when you're not in class." Kevin patted her hand on his knee. "I just finished my degree. I'm actually free right now if it's not bad timing." Michelle drew her hand away and bit her pastry. Her stomach churned at the thought of being alone with him in her house, a thousand butterflies searching desperately for escape. "Well, I guess this would be a good time since my daughter will be at a friend's house all evening. Man, I bet she'll be surprised when she gets home." Michelle untucked her legs and extended them, surreptitiously moving the side of her thigh against Kevin's. He leaned over and brushed some of the flaky crumbs from the corner of her mouth. Michelle's tongue extended a moment after his fingers left her mouth, unconsciously licking the corners of her mouth. She glanced down and noticed a few crumbs on her sweater. She shook her head. "Thank you for the pastry, Kevin. It's delicious, if somewhat messy." Kevin laughed. "Well at least I didn't spill the coffee on your sweater. That would've been a lot harder to clean than your shoes." Kevin reached out, slowly and smoothly in such a natural motion that Michelle hardly noticed it. His hand lightly brushed across the neck of her sweater, his wrist just against the upper curve of her breast, as he flicked the crumbs to the floor. Michelle felt a blush spread over her face. Her voice felt a little shaky as she said, "Oh, thank you, guess I missed some." That little voice in the back of her mind began screaming at her – bad idea...what the hell are you doing? "What am I doing?" thought Michelle to herself. "I've never had an affair before, never even been tempted to. What's happened to me? How far will I let this go?" She soon found out, as she felt Kevin's hand pressed flat against her chest at the hollow of her neck. She inhaled sharply as she felt that warm, strong hand moving down. She glanced at Kevin, saw in his face a mixture of confidence and disbelief, as if part of him was waiting for her to slap him. That part didn't stop him, though, as he slid his hand lower, his palm along the curve of the top of her breasts. Michelle closed her eyes. Her breath shallow as she felt the big hand move over her breasts. He didn't cup her breasts, he didn't squeeze. He just passed his hand over her breasts and down to her side. Michelle felt her nipples harden instantly. She could feel them as they pressed against her sweater and was sure that he must have felt them as well. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her breath caught in her throat as she asked huskily, "Missed a few more crumbs did you?" Kevin slid his hand across her side and between her back and the cushions. "Yeah, those nasty little things are tricky, they find all kinds of hiding spots." He worked his hand up her back. She knew he was feeling for her bra strap. Michelle gave him a little lopsided smile as she leaned forward to grab her cup of cappuccino. His fingers found the strap and in an obviously practiced move, he pinched it and unhooked it. Michelle could feel the sudden lack of tension, the straps loose on her back and her breasts shifting a bit lower. She turned her head towards him, an eyebrow raised questioningly at him along with the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leaned back against the cushions, cappuccino in hand. "I suppose it's out of the question that you're going to hook that back up for me?" Michelle tried to appear cool and calm, raising the cup to her mouth for a sip. Her trembling hand blew the charade horribly as it caused her to spill a bit of the hot liquid. Michelle righted the cup quickly and wiped a drop from her chin. She noticed Kevin smiling at her still. "Had he moved?" she thought, "he seems so much closer." Michelle reached to pick up a napkin with her left hand, the cup in her right. As she brought her hand up, she felt Kevin's hand cover hers. He stopped her arm halfway to her face and pressed her hand down to her thigh. She turned to look at him as she wondered what he was doing. His face was suddenly close to hers as he leaned forward. Michelle automatically opened her lips a little, then snapped them shut as she once again heard that voice in her mind – "What are you doing? You are NOT kissing him!" Besides which, it appeared that his aim was off somehow. Michelle felt his lips near the corner of her mouth, and then the tip of his tongue. She had to fight the urge to open her lips to allow his tongue into her mouth as she felt it move lightly over the corner of her mouth, licking her. "Mmm, that cappuccino is wonderful. Is there more on the other side?" he asked. Michelle felt his hand cup her chin and turn her head towards him more. His forearm was between her breasts as he held her face, holding her still as he licked the smear of cappuccino from the other corner of her mouth. Michelle inhaled deeply as she felt the pressure of his forearm and the touch of his tongue. Almost as a reflex, her tongue darted out, the tip of her tongue meeting his as he licked the corner of her mouth. She could taste the chocolate drink as her tongue met his, tentatively. She suddenly realized what she had done. Michelle pulled her tongue back and inhaled sharply, her chest rising underneath his forearm. She could feel Kevin move his arm slightly as he caused it to move over her nipples. She opened her mouth to say something, surely to tell him to stop. The power of speech, hell, the power to breathe properly was robbed of her as Kevin moved his mouth gently over hers. His lips brushed over hers, his breath moist and warm in her mouth. His tongue lightly licked her soft lips before he covered her mouth with his. He pressed against her, his tongue entered her mouth, met with hers causing an involuntary reaction. Her tongue flicked back against his. He joined his breath with hers as he began to kiss her more deeply, more passionately. Michelle moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his hand move down from her chin. He began to manipulate her unhooked bra through the sweater and moved the cups from her breasts. His hand cupped her breast through her sweater as his tongue explored her mouth. She could feel his hand as he gently squeezed and played with the hard nipple that was poking out against her sweater. She tried so hard not to, but couldn't help but arch her back as she attempted to press herself further into his hand. Oblivious to her surroundings, she gave in and returned the passionate kiss as she slipped one hand behind his head, her fingers bunched in his hair. Michelle was in the act of shoving her tongue into his mouth, when he pulled back, his lips wet from the kiss. A small mewl of disappointment escaped Michelle as she opened her eyes, her mouth still wide, tongue still poised for the kiss. She felt Kevin's large hand on her breastbone as he pushed her to lean back and recline against the cushions. She could just see the head of a tall man over the wall as he walked by their nook, his face buried in a newspaper. Michelle reflexively sucked in her stomach as she felt the electric thrill of Kevin's hand underneath the bottom of her sweater. His hand slid easily over the smooth skin of her stomach. She held her breath as she kept her stomach tense, waiting for that touch. Kevin instead, grasped the cups of her bra that were now hanging below her breasts. He pulled first to one side, yanked the strap from her shoulder and down over her arm, and then to the other side as he repeated the process. He pulled the bra out from the bottom of her sweater, the straps pulled down her arms until she had to hold her arms together at her waist, and the straps caught at her wrists. Kevin smiled down at her. He slipped the sweater over her hand, which allowed her to wriggle it so that the strap slipped over her hand. He repeated with her other hand and then began to pull. The straps of the bra slowly pulled free, slipped back up her arms and then down out the bottom of her sweater. Heavenly Grounds Michelle looked down as he pulled the bra away. She watched as he balled up the beige lace bra and slid it underneath a pillow. A surprise, no doubt, for whomever cleaned up that night. The voice in her head suddenly screamed at her – "Say something dammit! Tell him to get lost, to fuck off, something... anything!" "Um, don't you think we should sto--oh!...Mm, um, start off out of here so you can take a look at my house?" It didn't end up quite the way the voice in her head had intended. The sudden change due to Kevin's hand as he felt her breasts. He alternated from one to the other as he squeezed them, felt them, almost like he was comparing them for size and feel. The fabric of her sweater scraped over her distended nipples as he felt her up. Michelle felt so hot. She couldn't believe that a guy she had just met was feeling her up, in her favorite coffeehouse. She felt the heat spread up from her stomach, across her breasts, up her neck and over her face. "It's been so long since I've felt like this," she thought, "what's come over me today?" Kevin smiled at her. "Have you finished your cappuccino? I'd hate to see it go to waste. Besides, we've got some time yet. I'll be right back." Kevin stood up, the smile still on his face, and left the cubicle. Michelle felt the warmth begin to seep from her side where she had been touching Kevin. She stood up, took a sip from her cup, and looked over the half-wall of the nook to watch Kevin. Michelle licked the froth from her lips as she watched him. She couldn't help but notice how his muscles played against his shirt and slacks. She really couldn't help but notice how he filled those slacks out. She watched him as he waved at a group of people sitting at a table and made his way over to them. She placed her arms up on the wall, which came up to about shoulder height on her, and watched him as he made his apologies to his friends and told them that he would not be joining them. He ordered a small drink and made his way back to the nook. Kevin was still smiling as he entered the nook again and stood next to Michelle. He took a sip of his drink as his right hand rubbed her lower back. Michelle raised one corner of her mouth in a smile. "What did you tell your friends?" Kevin laughed as he slid his hand down to cup her ass, feeling her through her tight jeans. "What, you're afraid I told them something about you? Nah, just told them I'd meet them tomorrow...maybe." His smile grew wider, more mischievous as he glanced down at her and squeezed her ass for emphasis. Michelle shot him a chastising glance and hit his thigh with her fist. She shook her head and took a sip as she chuckled. Kevin feigned pain from the hit, and sunk down into the cushions. "Feisty wench aren't you? Get down here." He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling her down. She half-fell half-sat between his legs on the cushions, her back against his chest. They were sitting opposite from where they were before. As Michelle felt Kevin's hand slip around her side to her stomach, she glanced up into his face. She realized that from this angle, someone would have to be standing directly at the half-wall and looking down to see them. The thought of the semi-privacy in such a public place, where she could hear the laughter and chatter of the patrons, the chime and swoosh of the door every time someone came in, all served to raise her excitement levels. She sucked in her belly as she felt his hand there and spread her legs slightly as she looked up at him. She felt her arousal grow and build into an almost palpable thing for her. She placed her hand on his and slowly slid it up. "Sir, I'll have you know that no one has ever called me a 'wench' before." She sucked in a breath through her teeth as she moved his hand against the underside of her breast. She felt Kevin bend his head down, his breath in her ear as she felt his warm lips kiss and then tug on her earlobe. His voice soft in her ear as their hands moved up higher, her hand on his as he cupped her breast. Her nipple hard against his palm as it poked through the rough fabric of her sweater. "Well, what people call you and what people think of you can be two entirely different things. I think I'll call you 'my married slut'." His hand squeezed her breast to emphasize his statement. Michelle moaned lightly, the blend of fear, excitement and anticipation mixed with his verbalization. Just hearing the words said out loud, of someone else realizing how she was acting served to open her mind up to it, like a window being opened. She drew her feet up, her legs bent and spread slightly as she squirmed in his grasp. She shifted, scooted up on the cushions a little closer to him. Her hands left his and she brought them down to his legs. She ran her hands up and down his legs from his knees to his ankles. She could feel the firmness of his legs through his slacks. Kevin's left hand stayed on her breast. He squeezed it, let it fill his hand, and then pinched the sweater around the nipple, using the rough sweater to stimulate her nipple even more. His right hand slipped around her side to her belly, and then slipped further down. It was hard for Michelle to keep track of his right hand, as his left caused her so much sensation and distraction. She could feel her breathing grow faster and shallower. She shifted her hips as she felt his right hand against the waistband of her jeans. His fingers slipped under the waistband slightly. She could feel his fingers invade the safety of her jeans, could feel them slip over her smooth skin and down further, until they touched the elastic of her panties. She sucked in her stomach to give his hand more room to move into her jeans. Instead, she was disappointed to feel it retreat. She whimpered a bit with the loss of his hand, until she felt his fingers toying with the button. Her whimper changed to a satisfied "Mmmmm" as he thumbed the button free. His fingers searched and found the zipper. He slowly lowered it. Her anticipation built as she felt her jeans loosen and separate as the zipper reached the bottom of the fly. He pressed down on the zipper, pushed it against her and she closed her eyes. She wanted to feel him so badly; she was so wet for him. She could have died and melted when she felt his hand move under the elastic of her panties. She rolled her hips up slightly to encourage him and tried to wiggle her jeans down just a bit to give his fingers more room. She could feel and hear his excitement in his breathing as his fingers slipped lower. She could feel the tease in his voice as he spoke in her ear. "Now, if you were really my married slut, I would find you wet before I've even touched you down there." His fingers stopped their descent, a mere fraction of an inch from where she wanted them so badly. "What do you think I'm going to find? Will I find you wet already?" Michelle looked up at him. Lust took her over. She looked into his face imploringly, bit the corner of her bottom lip and nodded. "Yes," was all that her voice would cooperate to say. He smiled smugly. His fingers dug deeper underneath her panties. She closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt him spread her with his pinkie and index fingers. Her breathing was short and shallow as she felt him press his middle and ring fingers against her spread pussy. He moved his fingers, in a motion almost like he was patting her spread pussy. "Gawd, I can't believe I'm acting like such a slut!" She could hear his fingers; a tiny wet smack as he moved them against her. She could feel his soft laughter, his chest on her back as he chuckled. "Guess it's unanimous, you're my married slut, wet to the touch." Michelle slid a little lower against him as she felt his two middle fingers begin to press inside her. Her pussy fairly thrummed as she felt him tuck his thumb under his palm so he could rub her clit. She looked down. The sight of his hand, as his fingers moved underneath her panties, effected her as if a whirlpool had suddenly captured her. Vertigo gripped her as the sight reinforced the touch of his fingers in her mind. She couldn't help but spread her legs wider in an attempt to grant him better access. Her voice sounded small and thin in her own ears. "Oh Kevin, you feel so good. It's been so long, please..." "Please?" He pumped his fingers in and out of her. Her clit was slick underneath his thumb as he spread her juice over her. Her legs spread wide, she rotated her hips in a circular motion as she lost herself in the feel of his fingers. Her pleasure built in leaps and bounds. The chatter and background noise of the coffeehouse faded in and out as her blood pumped. She straightened out her legs and tensed her thighs to allow her pleasure to leap to a higher plane, to bring her closer. She could feel her orgasm build. She bent her legs, heels almost touching her ass, legs spread wide and then straightened again. The rhythm of his fingers was steady and unrelenting. She could feel her orgasm build inside her, brought to a fever pitch by his fingers. She heard a small humming sound and was shocked to realize that it was coming from her. She became desperate. She knew that there was no way she could remain silent through the orgasm that threatened to explode within her at any second. She looked up over her shoulder at Kevin. Her face screwed up, tightened in an almost painful look of pleasure as she tried to contain her orgasm. She reached up with her left arm and grabbed the hair at the back of his head. She pulled his face down to hers, mashed his lips against hers as she relaxed and let her orgasm run loose through her. She raised her hips up off the floor, her legs and stomach tensed as she pressed back against Kevin. Her tongue shoved into his mouth as she pressed her lips almost painfully against his. Her orgasm raged through her body. She tried to divert her orgasm and let it escape into Kevin's mouth as her body shook. She lowered her hips back to the floor and began a series of small convulsions as Kevin's fingers continued to extend her orgasm. Her gasps and grunts were given to Kevin, swallowed by their kiss. Her fingers relaxed their grip in his hair. She pulled her legs up, tucked them underneath each other as she turned to the side, trying to ease the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. She looked up at Kevin with a dreamy look on her face, her eyes glazed over. She bent her head down and rested it against his chest. "My gawd Kevin, that was incredible. I don't think I've ever cum so fast before. What have you done to me?" Kevin just chuckled. "I think I've just proven my point, about your being my married slut and all." He withdrew his hand from her pants, his fingers glistened with her juices. He held up his fingers to show her the evidence of his claim, and then dried them off on one of the cushions. Michelle heard a small gasp and, "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She looked up just in time to see a young girl, probably a freshman in college, looking horrified and embarrassed, her hand clamped over her mouth as her face flushed a deep red. The girl turned and walked quickly away from the nook. Michelle felt the heat of embarrassment spread across her own face as she considered what the girl had seen. Even at the most innocent moment, she would have seen Michelle with her legs spread, her jeans unzipped, Kevin's hand underneath her panties and his fingers working underneath them, Michelle's nipples poking out against the sweater, the flush of her lust and orgasm spread across her face. The more Michelle thought of it, the more she wanted to shrink and disappear, or to stay in the nook until the coffeehouse had closed. "Don't worry, hold on a second." Kevin stood up, his thigh pressed against her shoulder as he looked over the half-wall. He stood there for a moment, forearms resting on it as he looked out over the customers. "There we go, she left. Poor thing, I think she was rather flustered. She didn't even take her coffee." Kevin smiled down at Michelle. He reached down and put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, smiled in gratitude, and patted his hand with hers. Kevin shifted his stance and Michelle's gaze was unavoidably drawn to the front of his pants and the bulge that was so evident there. Kevin guided her hand from her shoulder to his thigh. He looked down at her as he moved her hand up his thigh a bit, then returned to leaning with his forearms on the top of the half-wall, looking out into the coffeehouse. Michelle was stunned. Her hand froze on his leg. "There is no way..." She thought to herself. But then her hand began to creep up his leg. Drawn by unavoidable curiosity to the bulge. Her fingers trembled as she haltingly slid her hand up and over that bulge. She could feel the outline of his hard cock through his slacks. She traced the outline of his cock and could feel him straining against his slacks as he responded to her touch. She looked up at him, a sly smile crossing her face as she saw him leaning calmly against the half-wall. She reached up with both hands. She felt the warm bulge of his cock press against her wrists as she unzipped his slacks. She smiled up at him as she reached inside the fly and unbuttoned his boxers. His cock was hard and she had to grab it in order to guide it through the opening. His cock was warm and throbbed in her hand. She scooted closer to him on the cushions, her back against the half-wall. Her gaze slid down until she was staring directly at his hard cock as it stood out pointing straight at her. She gathered her courage and steeled herself, closed her eyes as she leaned her head forward. She could feel the heat from the head of his cock as she slowly leaned in, her breath moist against it. She flicked her tongue out, sliding it underneath the head of his cock. Her eyes popped open as his cock jumped at the touch. Michelle giggled. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, held him and squeezed him as she licked the underside of the head again. Kevin shifted his stance, turning his hips a bit to allow her easier access. Michelle licked her lips, gave his cock a couple of short strokes with her hand and then leaned forward to take the head of his cock in her mouth. She reached around with her other hand and grabbed hold of his ass. She enjoyed the feel of squeezing his ass as she slowly slid more of his cock into her mouth. Michelle knew that she couldn't take all of his cock into her mouth without choking, and worried about what would happen if he tried. When she left the coffeehouse, Michelle didn't want to face the stares of the other customers after she had spluttered and gagged on the cock of a man probably ten years younger than her! Michelle took him in as deep into her mouth as she could, then pulled back again. Kevin looked down at her and smiled. She could almost see a challenge in that smile. A gauntlet thrown that she wouldn't continue, that she would stop before too long. Kevin called to one of his friends who must have been passing nearby. Michelle felt his cock lurch in her grasp as he began talking over the half-wall to his friend. Michelle reached over for her cappuccino, still hot in the insulated cup. She took a mouthful of the sweet liquid, held it in her mouth, and then took the head of his cock in her mouth as well. She swirled the drink around the head of his cock, her tongue teased him as well as the liquid. She felt a burst of satisfaction as she felt Kevin shift his stance suddenly. "You look weird Kevin, you alright?" His friend asked. "Yeah, just a cramp in my toe, it'll pass in a second." Michelle took more of his cock into her mouth. She let the liquid play over it and swallowed it, as the cock in her mouth required more room. She began to bob her head as she held the base of his cock in her fist. She felt extra liquid, slick pre-cum, slide against her tongue. She knew she was getting to him. She could hear him trying to cut the conversation short with his friend. Michelle began to pump her hand in time as she bobbed her head. "Alright, I'll see you later man." Kevin suddenly reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair in a tight fist. He didn't pull her head; he just tightened his grip in her hair, like he had to hold onto something. Michelle almost had to gasp in pain and stop the bobbing of her head, his grip hurt as he pulled her hair. She realized why, though, as she felt his cock grow warmer and expand in her mouth. She looked up at him as she continued to pump his cock with her hand and hollowed her cheeks out as she sucked on him. Her eyes widened as his cock jerked in her mouth. Her tongue could feel the vein underneath his cock thrumming as he shot a thick string of cum into her mouth. Michelle could feel her eyes tear up as her mouth was filled with cum and she was forced to swallow it or spill it over her sweater. She gulped once, then twice as she swallowed his load. She looked up at him. His face was flushed and the veins in his neck were standing out. She chuckled, satisfied with her effect on him. She flicked her tongue out and licked underneath the head of his cock to the tip, transferring the last thick drop of cum from his cock to her tongue. She licked her lips and smiled. Kevin turned and sank to his knees. Michelle smiled smugly as she saw that his hands were shaking as he tried to zip and button his pants again. Kevin leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. "That was incredible. You give the best head of any married slut I know." He reached over and picked up her pastry, which was down to just a couple of bites left. Michelle looked at him, puzzled, as he touched the pastry to her sweater at her breast. He then held the pastry to her mouth, just touching her lips. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to be fed by him, as she wondered what that was all about. She felt the pastry slide into her mouth. The flaky crust and...the startlingly familiar taste of Kevin's cum as she discovered a creaminess to the pastry. She chewed the pastry and looked down to discover a darker wet spot on the breast of her sweater. Evidently she had not been able to keep and swallow quite all of his load. She shot him a look of exasperation. "I think I've finished all of my cappuccino by now. Do you think maybe you're ready to take a look at my house and see if you can do anything for me?" Kevin laughed. "Oh yeah, I don't think you'll be disappointed." Michelle and Kevin both checked to make sure each other was in order, then stood on shaky legs. They received quite a few stares as they walked out. Michelle guessed that most of the patrons had probably assumed there was only one person in the nook. Michelle heard more than a couple of hushed whispers as customers looked at them. "Or," thought Michelle, "maybe we weren't as quiet and sneaky as we thought we were." She grabbed Kevin's hand and hastened her steps as she almost dragged Kevin out the front door, wanting desperately to escape now. Kevin's fingers toyed with her wedding rings as he held her hand and walked with her to her car. She unlocked the car, a haze of arousal and disbelief that this dream was really happening. That dream intensified as she started to pull away. Her seatbelt was between her breasts and helped to show them off to their best advantage. She knew that he noticed, and approved, as he reached over immediately. His hand on her shoulder rubbed and squeezed in a miniature massage before it slid down to cup her breast again. "Kevin" she whined, "not while I'm driving, someone will see us here." "Sorry Michelle, you're right." He smiled at her wickedly as he moved his hand away from her breast. He moved it slowly, very deliberately down over her stomach and to the front of her jeans. Michelle sucked in her tummy again. She didn't release the air until his hand had moved away. Down to her thigh, though?! His hand squeezed her thigh and explored the firmness of her leg underneath the denim, the softness as he slipped his hand higher up her leg. The warmth through the material as he moved his hand between her legs, pressed against her pussy. Heavenly Grounds Michelle was still wet and hypersensitive to his touch from the experience in the coffeehouse. Michelle gasped as she felt his hand and stepped harder on the accelerator. "Mmm, glad you're in as much of a hurry to get home as I am," said Kevin as he laughed softly. His fingers pushed against her as her slid his hand up. His fingers stopped at the button to her jeans. She looked over quickly at him with a look of surprise on her face as he deftly popped the button loose. Michelle actually felt herself growing wet as he unbuttoned her jean and the slid the zipper slowly down. Her beige lace panties, which were part of a matching set with her bra, were exposed. She inhaled sharply and squirmed on her seat as she felt Kevin push one finger down into her unzipped pants. She knew that he could feel how wet she was as she was sure that she had soaked through her panties by now. She made a conscious effort to not thrust her hips out and try to rub herself against his finger. Kevin withdrew his finger after a moment, and touched his wet finger to the face of her wristwatch. "How much longer 'till we get there?" Michelle straightened herself up as she made a turn. She pointed with a trembling finger. "See that brick house up there? Third from the corner?" She reached up to press the opener and the garage door slid open smoothly. She parked the car and got out quickly. She had to steady herself with a hand against the car, as her legs felt weak and a little wobbly. Her jeans were still open in the front and she could feel the cooler air outside the car as it played over her skin. She heard the car door slam as Kevin got out and she moved to the house door to open it. She reached for the handle when she suddenly felt herself pushed forward, pressed against the door. Her face was turned, cheek pressed flat against the wooden door, her breasts mashed against it as Kevin pushed against her, his chest pressed against her back. She could feel the bulge of his cock pressed against her ass as she pressed her hands flat on the door in an attempt to push away from it. Kevin used his weight to keep her against the door as his hands moved down to her waist. "Kevin! Let me up!" His fingers slid underneath the waistband of her jeans and he began to shift them down, first one side and then the other. He worked them down over her hips as he immobilized her against the door. Once he had worked them down to her thighs they fell easily to her ankles. Michelle felt Kevin's tongue as he licked the lobe of her ear. "Stay right like that for a second." She could feel him against the bare skin of her legs as he moved down her body. She kept her hands against the door as she leaned against it for support. She felt him grab her ankle, lift her foot up and pull off her shoe. The leg of her jeans sliding over that same foot a second later. He repeated the process with her other leg and left her jeans in a puddle on the garage floor. He stood up behind her slowly. His hands moved up from her ankles, traveled up over her calves and up the backs of her thighs as he stood up. She arched her back slightly and moved her knees apart to spread her legs. An unconscious response as his hands reached her ass. His hands cupped her, squeezed her, as his fingertips felt further between her legs, feeling for that wet spot on her panties. Not really all that hard to find anymore as it had spread considerably. Kevin stood up behind her and moved both hands to her waist. She sighed as he slid his left hand around her waist to the flat of her stomach. Her sigh became huskier as his hand slid lower, his fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and teased that area of sensitive skin just above her pussy. Michelle closed her eyes. She dreaded, and at the same time needed to feel his fingers against her pussy. Warm, bare skin against her warm, bare skin. Michelle suddenly lurched forward as she tried to catch her balance. The door had popped open and she stumbled into her kitchen. Kevin laughed and gave her bottom a swat as she caught her balance. "I think we need someplace a bit more safe for you, like a nice soft bed." Michelle glared at him and punched his chest. "I shouldn't feel this comfortable about this," she thought. She ducked her head to let her short hair afford her some small sense of anonymity as she pointed behind him. "The stairs are right behind you there." Kevin grabbed her hand and pulled her to the staircase. He led her up and down the short hallway to the room at the end. "Lucky guess," thought Michelle as he led her into her bedroom. "Give me just a sec, please, I've got to take care of something." Kevin smiled at her as he let her go. She turned and walked to the far end of the hallway to the large bathroom there. She closed the door behind her and stood in front of the sink, staring at herself in the large mirror. Her face flushed as she saw that her breasts were hanging a little lower in her sweater than usual, the nipples so hard that they could be seen poking against the scratchy material. Her eyes traveled lower and she began to wonder what kind of a slut she was, that she could stand in front of the mirror and see the wetness soaking through her panties. She bent down and splashed a handful of cold water on her face. "I've never had an affair," she thought, "what the hell am I doing? I can salvage this, it's not too late. I can still..." Her train of thought stopped when she heard the harsh, almost deafening ring of the telephone. She ran out of the bathroom and into Anne's room across the hallway, the closest room with a phone. The phone rang a second time as Michelle put a knee on the bed and reached over to the end table on the far side, grabbing the Mickey Mouse character phone. "Hello!" "Hey hun, you sound a little out of breath?" "Oh, hey Carl. Everything going alright?" "Yeah, not too bad. Just the 'same old' here. Any luck with the house?" "Well, had another showing today. Nothing promising. I was thinking of changing things around a bit, give it some more appeal." Michelle heard movement behind her. She glanced back and saw Kevin enter the room. She shook her head at him and pointed at the receiver as she turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. She pressed her knees together, her feet on the floor. Kevin kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees. Michelle mouthed the word "NO," very clearly to him. He just smiled. He let his hands drop down from her knees. He felt her bare, smooth legs from her knees down to her ankles. His smile changed to a satisfied smirk as he brought his hands back up her legs and saw her involuntarily shiver and the goosebumps form on her thighs. Michelle inhaled in a slight gasp as his hands moved upwards, forced her knees apart slightly and slid to the insides of her thighs. Michelle held the phone to her ear and angled it away from her mouth. She could hear Carl moan on his end of the phone. "Nooo, not now!" thought Michelle, "It's still afternoon and he wants phone sex?" Carl breathed heavily into the phone. "Mmm, gawd, Michelle baby. Are you dressed? Sounds like you're getting hot from the way you're breathing. Oooh, sexy baby, did you start without me? You want something don't you?" "Dammit yes I want something!" thought Michelle, "But not to be stuck with you on this damn phone." Out loud she said, "Your voice just sounds so sexy, Carl. It sounds like maybe you've already started too. Mmmm, I'm getting so hot here." "What are you wearing right now?" he asked. Michelle smiled as she looked down at Kevin. His hands ever so slowly, teasingly crept up the insides of her thighs as he gently pushed her legs apart. "I'm sitting here in bed wearing my green sweater that you like and a pair of panties, the beige lacy ones." "Oh gawd I love those. Mmm, that is so sexy. Are you wet?" Michelle could hear the catch in Carl's voice, which advertised that he was aroused and starting to pleasure himself. Michelle flinched involuntarily as Kevin's fingers finally reached her panties. He pressed against her pussy, pushing her panties between her lips and actually into her pussy. Her voice cracked and seemed to become tiny in her ears as she answered, "Yes, um...oh yes, I'm so wet for you." She looked down at Kevin as he knelt between her legs, that smile, so full of meaning, on his face as he reached up with a hand and placed it between her breasts. She closed her eyes as she felt him gently pressure her to lay back on the bed. She reached over and pulled one of Anne's pillows over and tucked it underneath her head. Carl chuckled. "I bet you're so horny and wet right now that your panties are soaked through, aren't they?" Michelle's hips lurched as she felt Kevin's mouth. He bent his head down and had taken half of her pussy in his mouth as he sucked on her panties. Michelle whimpered at the sensation, so close to overwhelming, but muted just enough by her panties. "Yes, I am so wet for you that I've soaked right through them. I might as well just take them off." The last three words were stated with a harder emphasis that was not lost on Kevin. He smiled up at her as he slid his fingers underneath the elastic and then slipped the panties down until they lay on the floor. Michelle closed her eyes as her mind spun, almost like she had lost her balance. "Gawd, I feel like such a slut! Talking on the phone with my husband while I'm naked and spread in front of a guy I just met," she thought. "Are you rubbing yourself with your fingers?" Michelle looked down at Kevin, straight into his eyes. "Yes I am, but I really want your tongue there. My pussy is so wet that fingers just aren't enough." She could hear Carl groan at her words and she could just picture him stroking his cock. "Mmm, yes. I bet your cunt is so juicy and tasty right now. I'd love to be between your legs eating you out. You'd have to pay me back by sucking my cock, though." "Oh gawd yes. I'll suck your cock, I'll swallow your cum, anything if you just make me cum with that tongue of yours!" Her request was answered. Kevin's hands moved up her inner thighs until her could spread her pussy. Then he lowered his head and began to lick her, even as Carl began to describe how he would eat her out and make her cum. Kevin's tongue started out just below her clit, then moved down between her spread lips. She could feel her arousal flowing as his tongue reached lower, almost licking that area between her pussy and her ass. She raised her hips off the bed to allow him better access so he could go lower. His tongue traveled back up. He stiffened his tongue and drove it into her pussy as he licked his way up. He actually licked inside her! She rotated her hips, rubbing her clit across his nose as she tried to get... more. His tongue left her panting and squirming as she described her reactions to "Carl's" ministrations. Her left hand grabbed a fistful of Kevin's hair as her right hand tightened painfully on the phone. Her hips rotated and thrust as she tried to fuck Kevin's face. "Oh gawd, your tongue feels so damn good! Yes! Lick my clit! Just like that! Fuck yes, make me cum you feel so good!" She could hear Carl's breathing grow more ragged. "Gawd Michelle, you're so hot when you talk dirty. You are a horny little slut aren't you?" "Uhhnnn yes. I am such a slut, and I'm all yours! Use me, eat my cunt and make me cum like a porn star. Oh yes! I love your tongue! Stick a finger in my cunt...now!" Kevin glanced up at Michelle as she writhed on the bed. He had a hard time keeping her clit in his mouth like he wanted to, her hips were moving so much. Michelle had asked for a finger in her cunt, but what was that? Much too large for a finger. She glanced down. Kevin was flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. "Oh gawd," she thought, "that's the kaleidoscope Anne won at the fair years ago." Kevin twisted the kaleidoscope, turned it in a circular motion as he pushed it inside Michelle, filling her cunt with the tube. She groaned into the Mickey Mouse phone as she felt the kaleidoscope fill her, the sensation combined with the insistent tongue which flicked against her clit. Kevin began to pump the kaleidoscope in and out, fucking her with her daughter's toy as he sucked and licked her clit. His own arousal grew as he listened to her gasp and grunt, and her body responded to his mouth. Michelle was sure that Kevin could hear Carl over the phone. Carl was getting louder as he continued. "Damn your pussy tastes so sweet. Cum for me Michelle. Cum for me while I finger fuck your ass and pussy at the same time." "OH! Ungh...ungh...gawd that's so goood!" Kevin could definitely hear, and had slid a wet finger into her ass. He began to finger fuck her just as Carl said he wanted to. Michelle could feel the heat of her orgasm build inside her. Her left hand fell to the comforter of the bed and she grabbed a handful of it as she raised her hips off the bed and tensed every muscle in her body. She could feel the kaleidoscope bump against Kevin's chin as she writhed underneath him. Her hand cramped as she rode wave after wave of increasing sensation and pleasure higher. Her speech reduced to basic sounds and almost inarticulate words as she felt the heat build to a fever pitch. "That's it baby...cum for me like a slut. Show me what a fucking slut you are," Carl encouraged her. "Ungh...gawd...yes...yes...there yes...oh! Fuck... fuck... shit... I'm...Ooooohhhhhh!" Michelle gasped and panted. She found it hard to think as the ball of heat that had built inside her finally burst. Her orgasm shook her. She lost feeling in her hands and feet and all sensation was reduced to her core. Kevin's tongue as he flicked it over her clit and sucked it up into his mouth. Her daughter's kaleidoscope as it filled her cunt, fingers deep inside her as he fucked her ass and pussy, with fingers and toys. Michelle's legs tensed so tightly that her thighs almost began to cramp. Kevin had not stopped licking her, he continued even as she began to orgasm. Her muscles finally unlocked and she began to buck her hips as she tried to grind her pussy against his face. Wave after wave of heat, wetness...crest after crest of sensation and pleasure...until it became almost painful. Kevin seemed to sense this and slowly slid his finger out of her ass. He grabbed the remainder of the kaleidoscope that he had not stuffed into Michelle's cunt and slowly pulled it out. Michelle slapped a hand over the mouthpiece of the phone as the kaleidoscope pulled out of her with a wet pop. Kevin lifted his face from between her legs and smiled up at her. His face was wet from the bridge of his nose to his chin. His hands were wet as well. He smiled up at her, extended his tongue, and gave her one lick across her clit, which caused her to gasp and arch her back off the bed in response. "Oh my gawd Michelle. You came for so long. I don't remember the last time you came so hard. You must've been really wanting that, you were so wet I could hear you playing with your pussy from here!" Michelle smiled as she looked straight at Kevin. "Mmm, yes, you were so good. I don't remember the last time I came like that, either. You had me so wet, I came just for you, baby." Kevin returned her smile slyly. He stood up; his cock bulged against his pants and had to be painful, or at least uncomfortable from the look of it. He bent down, picked a t-shirt off the floor and began to dry his face and hands with it. "Shit!" thought Michelle as she saw the picture of the Power Puff girls on the t-shirt. "That's Anne's favorite t-shirt! Oh fuck...and her sheets are soaked! I can't leave her bed like this." Michelle forced herself to relax. "Well, I guess she'll be gone all night, there'll be time for laundry." "Well, now that you've gotten off, how about you get on your knees and suck my cock like you promised?" Carl's voice sounded husky and Michelle knew he wouldn't last much longer. A wicked smile crossed over her face as Kevin lowered his pants and dropped them to the floor. His cock stood out hard and straight, the head smeared with pre-cum already. She sat up on the edge of the bed. "Oh baby, your cock is so big and hard for me. I bet you're almost ready to cum aren't you?" She reached out and closed a hand around Kevin's cock. She smiled up at him as she slowly slid her hand from the base to the tip. Her fingers squeezed as she slid them over the head, and then back down to the base as she smeared the slick pre-cum over his cock. She slowly began to stroke his slick cock, squeezing and releasing as she did. She looked up at Kevin, a lustful smile on her face as she slowly stroked him. "Mmm, it's so big and red, purple almost." She giggled into the Mickey Mouse phone and felt a little naughty that she should subject Mickey to witness such things. "I bet you could hit me all the way from over there when you cum. But it looks so delicious. I've just got to taste your cock. Do you want me to swallow your cum?" Michelle could hear Carl's panting over the receiver. "Oh gawd yes baby. Take me in your mouth and eat my cum like the fucking slut you love to be! Damn, I'm gonna fuck your face until I explode!" Michelle giggled again. "Am I a slut if I eat your cum? I guess that's what I am, then. I'm glad you don't mind your honey being such a slut. Now let me lick that cock, I can see it getting ready to cum already." Carl groaned. "He must really be getting into this," thought Michelle. "Fuck, I can hear him stroking over the phone." She extended her tongue and lightly licked the wet head of Kevin's cock. She pulled back a bit as she continued to stroke him. She looked up at him and smiled as she licked her lips. "Oh...baby..." Carl was close to cumming. She could tell by the way that he was short of breath and the way his voice cracked. "Oh fuck...yes...your tongue feels so damn good. Unnnngh...damn! Open up baby, cause I'm gonna cuuummmm." Michelle stroked Kevin faster, accidentally slapping her hand against his belly twice as she tried to get him off. She didn't think Carl noticed, though, as he was probably getting ready to shoot his cum into a washrag. She looked up at Kevin. He reached out to the side and grabbed the head-rail of the bed for support. His chest heaved and the veins in his neck stood out as he tried not to make any sound. Michelle felt so powerful...so sexy...so naughty. "Damn," thought Michelle, "never had an affair before and here I am, stroking off some guy trying to get him to cum as I talk with my husband on the phone. I could enjoy being a slut, if this is what it's like." "Oh yes! Please give me your cum! Shoot it in my mouth, I want it all!" Michelle begged as she created another wet spot on the comforter, her arousal undeniable. Kevin's hips jerked and he arched his back. His cock swelled in her hand. She looked up at him as his eyes closed. Kevin winced as he felt his orgasm approach. Michelle leaned forward and gave one lick around the head of his cock before she pulled back again. She could feel his cock pulse, the flow of cum as it burst forth. It shot out over her breasts as she continued to stroke him. Thick and white, his cum shot a higher a couple of times as she stroked him, and it landed across her lips and chin. Carl was continuing to go on. "Oh gawd baby, you look so damn hot with my cock in your mouth. Even hotter when you're licking up my cum. Damn but you're the best." Michelle smacked her lips once so Carl could hear it. She looked up at Kevin and licked her lips for him, moving the glob of cum into her mouth. "You taste so good. That was the best." She looked down and motioned for Kevin to hand her the t-shirt he had used to clean up with earlier. "Damn, Carl. I wish I had more time to talk but Anne will be home any minute and...um... I've got some cleaning up to do here."