4 comments/ 41577 views/ 3 favorites Garden Street Ch. 01 By: Rattlesnake1775 Ch. 01 - The Hired Gun Maria stood on her porch, twirling the letter between her slender fingers, blowing her bangs out of the way, trying to decide what to do. As if the writing may have changed, she looked back down at the ink, saw that it was still the same, looked away down the cul-de-sac that was the end of her street, back at the writing, up the road towards the intersection leading out of the sub-development, back at the writing. "Damn it!" This wasn't going to work. She needed a plan. An idea, something to do. Something that would prepare her for the inevitable confrontation, the moment of truth, the second when they came face to face and she had to look him in the eye, the moment she had to be strong. How to steel herself for that moment? Suddenly loud music entered her world, coming from the garage, and she walked down the stone path to the driveway, and found her daughters car up on two jack stands. The entire front end was lifted up, and she saw two pairs of legs sticking out. One was easily recognized as Angela, her daughter of twenty-two years, currently home from college. She had the same long dancers legs as her mother, and was currently wearing shoes pilfered from her closet. The other set of legs was just as easily recognizable, the dark skin and powerful muscles marking it as Ryan, her neighbors son of twenty one, also currently home form college. The two of them had been friends forever, and whenever Angela's car was not doing what she wanted it to, they found themselves in this position. Maria watched as her daughter crawled out from underneath the car, wiping her fingers in her shorts, the grease sticking more then she wanted it to. "Something is apparently wrong with my exhaust." "Can he fix it?" "Yeah, but he said it will probably take a couple of hours." "I guess you owe him dinner." Ryan never accepted payment, but he was more then willing to be seen out in public with the stunning blonde. "I guess so." Angela shrugged, and walked inside to clean up. She did not mind going out in public with Ryan either. He was easy on the eye, and good for the body, whenever she let him go that far. Her mother continued to watch Ryan work, sliding back and forth, banging against the undercarriage, softly cursing as he tried to pull something off. "Hand me the 3/16 socket." "Excuse me?" His voice shocked her, and even though she was standing next to the huge red rolling toolbox, she might as well be staring at a rocket ship. The shiny metal objects in it meant nothing to her. Ryan slid out from under the car, and looked up the long, nicely toned and deeply tanned legs, to the flat stomach, across the swell of nicely developed breasts, into the still beautiful face of Ms. Galveston. She had moved into the neighborhood twelve years ago, after a bitter divorce with her husband, right before his hormones exploded into puberty. And to this day he still masturbated to her mental image. "Hello Ms. Galveston." "I've told you before to call me Maria." "Okay Maria, can you had me a 3/16?" "That's a stupid question, and you know it." "Second drawer, they are labeled with little white stickers." He watched as she turned, showing him her profile, and he smiled. Her ass was divine, just like her daughter. If the whole saying about daughters are mothers in twenty years was true, Angela was going to be a fox for a long time. Taking the socket from her, he waved to the car, sliding back underneath. "Want to see what I'm doing?" "Why not?" Dropping down onto the creeper abandoned by her daughter, she slipped next to him. He pointed out various components of the cars engine and exhaust system to her, trying to make it as simple as possible, and how it all worked together, and how the failure of the filter assembly was robbing the car of power. She listened to him talk, the way his voice seemed to wash over her, eyes tracking his lips, and suddenly she realized that she had become aroused. He had stopped talking, and was looking at her, softly smiling. She wanted to say something but nothing came out, the awkward moment between them holding. "You know…I've dreamed about this moment before." "Excuse me?" "You and me underneath a car. The place I'm good, the place I can show you something you don't know, the place I can seduce you." "Stop." Her pussy spasmed, and she almost creamed herself. How long had it been? "I'm being serious." "Why would you want to seduce an old woman like me?" "You know you are a hottie." He had never lacked for confidence, and college seemed to have only reinforced that. "You are so sweet." She pushed herself out from underneath the car, and walked back into the house, locking herself in her bedroom. She needed relief, and fast. When she came back outside, Ryan was standing by the hood of the car, pulling out several pieces of the engine, and setting them on a small cart he had wheeled over from his house. He had his shirt off, and she swooned at the flex of his muscle. He had always been a gym rat, she attended the same Y as his family, and how nice to see that he kept it up in college. He saw her coming, and smiled at her, waiting until she stood next to him. "Didn't mean to scare you off." "It's ok. I have a proposition for you." He stood, looking at her, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand. Wow, he had nice arms. "Shoot." "I have to go to this gala on Saturday. It is a big thing for all the people that work downtown, one of those see-an-be-seen type things. Problem is, that I know my ex-husband will be there. With his new wife. And I do not want to go by myself. So I need a date, a date that afterwards won't go crazy on me." "You think I won't go crazy?" "I'm taking a risk, I know." She gave him her best smile, and she watched his sharp intake of breath. No matter how much this boy might want her, she knew him, knew his family, and knew that if she said no, he would beg, plead, demand, but in the end respect her wishes. "I guess I have to dress up." "I'll pay for the rental of the tux, and all that." "I own a tux." "Really?" That took her by surprise. How progressive of the young man. "Yeah. Calvin Klein, actually. You'll like it. I've only worn it once." "What is your fee?" He laughed out loud, throwing his head back, wiping the tears from his eyes when he got a hold of himself again. "Are you being serious?" "Well, I know that Saturday is a serious party night, and I'm taking you away from that." "Ok." He was fast, and suddenly she was in his arms, as he moved to the music coming from the radio. "If there is dancing involved, my fee goes up." She twirled in his arms, back now to him as they slid left to right. "Any conversations involving politics, religion, or my beloved States rivals raise the stakes." Again he twirled her, pulling her close again, and they moved backwards to her, then forward, ending in a small circle. "If they play crappy music all night, or the food sucks, my rates go up again." He dipped her over his arm, pulled her up again, twirled her one last time, and lifted her off her feet. "Cool?" "What's the base rate?" "I don't know. I think we are both making this up as we go." He released her from his tight embrace, and for a second she felt pangs of regret. She liked the feeling of being in his arms. It was something she missed. "OK. Anything you need?" "Like what?" "I don't know, you're in college. Angela needs all kinds of stuff." "I'm good. Don't lose sleep over it." He dipped back into the engine, and she shrugged, leaving it at that. Angela watched her mothers head move slowly with her eyes, devouring the book, line after line, systematically moving down the page, to the next one, the pace of her reading incredible. What made Maria Galveston such a successful attorney was the fact that she could take in large amounts of information, and process it at almost blinding speed. It also meant that growing up Angela had not managed to slip a lot by her. "Mother…" "Daughter…" "So I hear that you have a date for Saturday." That got Maria's attention, as she closed the book, and looked over at her daughter. Angela walked into the room, and plopped down on the bed next to her, crawling up onto the empty pillow and stretching. "Who told you that?" "Straight from the horse's mouth." "When?" Her daughter rolled her eyes, patting her stomach. "We had dinner together tonight." "I thought you said you had a date." "I did. With Ryan. And you said I owe him dinner, remember?" "When did you guys start dating?" "Mom…hello? Every Wednesday, if we don't have a date, we go out to dinner?" It was the kind of look that daughters give mothers when they have decided that mothers are totally clueless, the type of look that deserves a slap from any mother to any daughter that employs it. But Maria did not hit her only child. Yes, she did vaguely remember that high school tradition. But she did not think it still went on, and said so. "Are you crazy? Every week up at college, if we don't have a date, we go out. We have both moved dates to keep that day open for the other." She laughed at the memory of some of those dinners. "No biggie, he'll be perfect for what you want. Since Sarah's is about my age, he'll have something in common with her." Sarah was her father's new wife, whose picture you could see by looking up trophy piece in the dictionary. Either that or fake boobies. "Do you mind?" "Mind what?" "That I'm going out with Ryan?" "Only in the fact that that I have to find somebody else to go to Allie's party with. He's the perfect party partner." "How come?" "Well, he does not drink, so he can always be the DD. And if I get totally drunk, he'll make sure I get home, into bed, and don't pee all over the place. Or if I meet some guy, he'll screen him for me, make sure I'm not to drunk, and come get me the next morning, no matter where I am. He drove three hours one morning." "Are you serious?" Her mother was shocked. Where had her daughter woken up three hours away from school? Angela realized that she had gone to far, and that she rapidly had to change subjects. "Yeah. The guy's family owned a mountain cabin, and we meet at this bar on college night. So he wanted to show it to me over the weekend. Well, halfway through Friday, it was time to go. So by Friday night, here comes Ryan. But anyways…he'll be perfect for you." "Why do you say that?" "Because…if I don't meet anybody, I'll just crawl into the backseat of his car, play with myself, and within five minutes, he's knocking the bottom out. He's amazing in bed. And I know you haven't gotten laid in a while." She pushed off the bed, and headed out the door, realizing that the longer she stayed, the more she would incriminate herself. "Just don't think you can keep him for yourself after this. He's my Ryan." "I see that." Maria picked her book back up, already knowing she would not be able to concentrate on the pages. "A ringer." "What?" "You brought in a ringer." Emily nodded her head to add emphasis to her statement, almost spilling the coffee in the mug she was holding between her hands. "A ringer?" Maria still did not understand. "You know, an outsider, a pro. A mercenary. A hired gun." "Oh. I see what you are saying." The light came on, and she nodded, feeling a bit slow. So she sipped her own coffee, hoping it would kick start the engine. It was noon on Thursday, and for some reason she was feeling sluggish today. It might be that she had not been able to sleep after seeing him playing football with his shirt off in the street with some of the kids that lived on the street. The way his body flexed, stretched and rippled had done something to her, and she had played with her vibrator several times, to no avail. She needed the real thing desperately. "It all feels a bit surreal." "Why? Marcia dated that one guy for like two years. And after all, look at your ex." "I know. Angela told me some things about him." "Is he as much a stud as I remember him being?" "Excuse me?" Maria's ears perked up, looking over at her friend of many years. "I danced with him at Angela's graduation party. He was whispering in my ear the entire time, trying to get up my skirt." "Are you being serious?" "Oh, yeah. It was great. I haven't felt that wanted in years. I had told him earlier that Reggie and me were having problems, and he was all over me all night. But I told him no, and he just shrugged it off. Angela told me later where he took all his frustration." She was Angela's godmother, and she knew things about her that Maria would never, ever find out. The other woman slowly nodded, sipping her coffee. Was she the only one not enjoying the fruits of his labor? It was not for a lack of trying, she knew that. He had been all over her for years, but she had pushed it off as the crush of a young boy, and the attention of a young man looking to prove something. Was she missing something? "Worst case scenario, you go to the thing, have a good time, and get to thumb your nose at douche bag. Best case scenario, you go and have a good time, and later on he rocks your world." "It is strange to even think about having sex with the same man my daughter has slept with." "I guess you haven't seen the graduate lately." "Jesus, now I'm a sexual predator?" Emily giggled, and Maria could see what she meant by the analogy. Smiling herself, she put down the cup and shook her head. "I guess I'm committed at this point." "Yes, you are. And don't even think of backing out. You know you need this." They both nodded, and both knew it to be true. The coffee did not do the trick, so after two more hours of beating her head against the wall that is American business tax law, she called it quits for the day, heading home. The summer was in full effect, with the sun out, and people out on the many green spaces in the city, enjoying the heat. She had to smile to herself, singing along with the radio as she pulled into the driveway. Walking into the house, she decided that she might as well get in on the sun, and lay out by the pool. Walking into her bedroom, she changed into her bikini, and was about to walk out onto the back deck when she froze in her tracks. The backyard was separated into two parts. The outer half was just like all the others ones in the row of houses, open to the creek and woods that ran along the back of the development, separating them from the interstate. The inner half was cut off from all that by a six foot privacy fence, enclosing the back deck and the in-ground pool that lay just beyond it, surrounded by another wooden deck, populated by a small tikki hut that served as a bar, and several lounge chairs. Her daughter, gripping the top with both hands, occupied one of those lounge chairs, her body writhing under the skilled attention of Ryan. Angela's legs were over the black boys shoulders, his head dipping up and down, clearly eating her out with considerable vigor and enthusiasm. She watched, thunderstruck and unable to move a muscle in her body. She saw his hands moving up and down her daughters lithe body, undoing her bikini top, fondling her tits, pulling and pinching her nipples, sliding underneath her, gripping her ass, touching her face, running through her hair, all along never stopping his attention to her pussy. Angela said something, and she could see him shake with laughter. Slowly he crawled up her body, the young woman, visibly relaxed now, wrapped her legs around him as she pulled down his shorts. Maria gasped as his cock came into view, the massive black shaft pointing at her young daughter, who took it into her hands, stroking it, pumping it roughly, fondling his balls. Ryan made some motions with his hips, and now it was Angela's turn to laugh, as she reached down out of sight, and then slipped a condom over the spear pointed at her. Ryan nodded approvingly, then pushed into her. Angela threw her head back to scream, but he sealed her lips with his, holding her tight, fucking her into the chair. The cheerleaders legs wrapped around him, holding him tight as he squeezed her to him, screwing her for all he was worth, taking her to the heights that nobody else could, showing her what she needed him for, reminding her why it was him she called at two in the morning to get her fix. They moved together, a rhythm built by familiarity with one another, built by skilled lovers coming together to enjoy time together, came from the lack of commitment of inhibition, of knowing what it was, sex at its rawest, purest form. They both spent themselves, both feeling the shaking signs of impending explosions, both could read each others bodies, and they enjoyed the release together, kissing, squeezing each other close, collapsing into one another. Maria could see them talking, and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door before she was spotted. Even through her fingers frigging herself to an incredible orgasm she heard them come inside, the laughing from the living room, and the noise in the kitchen. When her own explosion came, she bit her hand to keep from screaming out loud. What was happening to her? He did own a tux, and he looked stunningly handsome in it. The black jacket and pants, along with the white shirt and red vest, all custom tailored to his well-defined body made for a very appealing look. The skin of his scalp glistened, freshly shaved, and he had even put in his diamond earring, which she knew to have been a graduation present that he reserved for special moments. "You look good." He had brought her flowers, not really sure what the whole plan here was, so she walked into the kitchen to put them in water, thankful that he was making the effort to make this as easy as possible. She heard him follow her, and his voice behind her. "So do you." He meant it, admiring her shapely body in the black dress that reached almost all the way to the floor. He could hear the high heels click-click-click on the tile of the kitchen, and he wondered what her nicely muscled and well defined legs looked like under the fabric which clung to her swaying hips, dipping dangerously low around her rear, and then reaching up across her shoulders to the plunging neckline showing off her very nice cleavage. Her hair was done up and away from her neck, which he complimented her on, and her make up was softly accentuating the natural beauty of her face. "What a flirt." But she smiled at him, glad he liked it. "Full service date." He took her in his arms, and twirled her across the kitchen floor. "In the event that we encounter your husband, anything I should do or should not say?" "Like what?" "I don't know…how long have we been together?" "It is an on again, off again kind of thing." She was very satisfied with that answer, nodding. "Ok. Anything else?" They both thought about it for a minute, before she brought something up. "If at any moment…" He took the words out of her mouth, closing the distance between them in a flash, wrapping his arms around her, his lips locking on hers. It was not a hard kiss, not a forced one, but instead a soft welcome to his world, caressing her, his tongue teasing hers, eliciting soft moans from her as she pulled him against her, mashing her tits into his tight body, feeling him grabbing her ass. "You were going to say it's ok for me to kiss you?" "Yes…" She was swooning in his arms, feeling very glad that he was holding her up. They kissed again, and she leaned into him, enjoying the sensation. It was exactly what she had expected, a bunch of doctors, lawyers, accountants and other assorted boring people standing around after some boring speaker talked about growth and development downtown, some dancing, most, not all, drinking, all of them trying to look important. Garden Street Ch. 01 "Is this what all these things are like?" Ryan had one arm around her waist, pulling her into him, his free hand toying with a glass of water. She had not believed her daughter, but he truly did not drink, not champagne, no beer, nothing. Empty calories, he said, and picked up another glass of water. She herself was sipping bubbly from a flute, enjoying the heat coming from his body, and the wetness in her pussy. "Yeah, pretty much. Just people talking, acting like they like everybody else that's in attendance." "How boring. Let's dance." He took her hand, and pulled her out onto the dance floor before she could protest. It was all fun and games to do it in her kitchen and driveway, but out in public was a whole new ball game. Not that he would have listened anyway, already moving to the music, drawing her along with him. She realized all she had to do was move with him, letting him take the lead, directing her, guiding her across the floor, his hands moving from her shoulders to hips and back, twirling her, leading her across the tile. She did not know how long they were out there, did not know how he knew the words to all these songs, softly singing along to them, leading her in the changing rhythms and tunes until she realized that she was sweating, and that she could feel his rock hard cock through his trousers, pressed into her as he drew her close. She looked up to look into his eyes, but suddenly he kissed her, hard and powerfully, and all she could do was close her eyes and sink into the sensation that was his body and lips. The kiss finally broke, and she heard his whisper in her ear. "Husband at your six." Slowly he spun them to the music, putting Markus squarely in her field of vision, along with his little trophy wife. He saw her, too, and the couple started moving in their direction. Ryan completed the turn, taking him out of view again, nibbling on her ear. "Stay or go?" "Stay." "Ok." Squeezing her ass, he moved them to the side, into an area a bit more open, and then spun her away from himself, twirling her back into a tight embrace, kissing her. She swooned in his arms, forgetting all about what was about to happen, until she heard somebody clearing their throat. "Hello Markus, good to see you." She realized that she was smiling at the man she had wanted to stab in the throat on several prior occasions, and his current infatuation. This might have been harder, had he ended up marrying Roxanne, the woman she had caught him in bed with. Or maybe Amy, the secretary he had been banging at the time. Or maybe even Chantal, the eye candy that had come after them. But instead it was Sarah, years removed from the ugly divorce, and apparently only twenty something to his forty-five. He had not changed. "Good to see you, too, Maria. How's life?" Ryan saw the exchange, and motioned to Sarah with his hand. The young woman got the hint, and he lead her back out onto the dance floor, finding it a bit easier to move with her. She knew more of the songs playing, and was used to dancing, and dancing with an aggressive and confident partner. Maria did not watch them, but Markus did. "Who's your date?" "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." "I guess I deserved that." "How have you been?" She did not care, but figured it was the thing to say. "Good, good." He knew she did not care, but he had to say something. Out of the corner of his eye he could see as Sarah bent over in front of the young kid, and he motioned doing her from behind to the music. "Wild one, heh?" "Yeah, he's a lot of fun." She wanted to laugh at the display out on the dance floor. It was like something out of those music videos that she saw occasionally on TV. "You could learn a thing or two from him." "Excuse me?" His attention was clearly focused out on the dance floor, and on the moves that the kid was putting on his new wife. "You know…I mean, all these young girls you keep putting yourself with. They have expectations and all." "What are you talking about?" "You should talk to your daughter some time. These young bucks know a thing or two that you were never told." She licked her lips, loving the confused look on his face. Sarah was basically sitting on Ryan's hips now, moving with the music as his massive arms supported her. "Such as?" She could tell that Markus was not happy now, the twitching vein in his neck always a sure fire way to tell. And right now, his heart rate was climbing at ever increasing rates. "Well, dancing is clearly one thing. Sarah seems to be enjoying herself. And you know what they say about good dancers." "What's that?" It was more a snarl then conversational tone. "It's the motion in the ocean, not the size of the boat. Not that yours is all that big. Nothing like his, anyways." She smiled, and waved to Ryan, who waved back, kissed Sarah on the cheek, and came across the dance floor, taking Maria back into his arms. Turning, she walked away from her steaming ex, wrapping one arm around her date for the night, kissing his neck, and nuzzling his ear. "You are the best!" "Did you like that?" "I loved it!" She wanted to laugh out loud, but did not think it was good decorum. He could tell how giddy and happy she was, the bounce in her step noticeable, the excitement in her voice palatable, the shine in her eyes hard to miss. "So can we go now?" "Where are we going?" He stopped, wrapping her up in his arms. She knew what was coming, but did not resist, letting him pull her into him, his lips locking her down again. It was a sensation she missed, a sensation she realized she wanted, his tongue dancing with hers, enticing her forward, asking her questions that she had promised herself she would deny. But she had realized during their dancing that tonight's outcome was a forgone conclusion. "You sure you want this?" "I have wanted you for years. I'll do anything to get it." They had taken her car, the Mercedes a better fit then his truck, but he drove, as she excitedly sat next to him. He waited until they hoped on the interstate, his mind calculating how long exactly it would take if he stayed three under the speed limit. He liked the result, and looked over at the lovely woman next to him. "Pull your dress up." "What?" "Come on!" He was smiling, and so she laughed, and complied. His right hand came of the shifter, and slipped between her legs, finding the lacy thong she was wearing, and rubbing her through it. "Nice thong." "It's new." "You buy it for me?" With that, his finger plunged into her, and she moaned out as he squeezed her clit. Throwing her head back, she got lost in the sensations racing through her, his two big fingers sliding in and out, teasing her pussy, fucking it, rubbing her clit, squeezing and flicking it, toying it. She wanted to focus on the road, wanted to make sure there was nobody else around, was afraid of what was going on, afraid what she was experiencing, and then suddenly all that went away. It was as if she was flying, her lungs failing her, mouth open in a low, long, drawn out cry as the first orgasm raced through her body. Her legs shook, and he could feel her clit pulsing with blood as she saw stars before her eyes. But he did not stop, expertly steering the car with one hand, making a small adjustment in his plans. He knew he had what it took to pull it off, and knew that she was putty in his hands now, that tonight he would be enjoying this beautiful woman. Maria reached down, her hands feeling his toying her, feeling the fingers sliding in and out of her, trying to stop him, but he swatted them away, and plunged back in. The suddenness of the motion pushed her over again, and she cried out the pleasure, squeezing her legs around his hand, moaning out loud when he squeezed her clit, milking another explosion in her brain out of her. She became dimly aware that the car had stopped, and heard the chiming of the car as he opened his door. He yanked her door open a second later, pulling her into the cool night air. Before she knew what was going on, he had pushed her into the backseat, laying her across it. Her legs were up in the air, and then she felt his shoulders pushing against them, and his tongue in her pussy. Against her will she cried out again, as he slipped his tongue to her, sucking her clit, biting it, nibbling it, flicking it. She started humping his face as he fucked her with his tongue and fingers, teasing her tits, pulling her nipples through the dress. She could not breathe, could not move her body, could do nothing but shake and moan and cry and beg and babble, as another current shot up her spine, sending her into the abyss of pleasure once more. Her hands grabbed his head, but could not muster the power to pull him away as he continued to eat her out, giving her things she had never experienced, sensations she had never felt, drinking her juices, eating her clit, making her crazy and delirious with emotions, feelings, and a consciousness of her body that was totally new to her. Slowly he eased back, and leaned down into the car onto her, kissing her full lips. She could taste herself on him, pulling him close, his hand squeezing her full tit, the other one holding him up. She was trying to breathe, but he was not giving her the chance, playing with her tits and ass, kissing her, keeping her on the edge. She could feel his hard cock in his trousers against her leg, and then she heard him unzipping her pants, and moaned out. She knew what was coming, and knew she was powerless to stop it. There was a soft ripping sound, and looking down, she saw him slip into a condom, the massive black cock looking even more intimidating with the black polyurethane on. Again he kissed her, and she looked up, right into his eyes. There was warmth there she had not seen before, as he cradled her in his arms, kissing her softly. "I want you, Maria. I'll be good to you, I'll rock your world the way I have always wanted to." "Oh, god!" She closed her eyes as he entered her, pushing all the way in, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, until his hips meet hers. She moaned out loud, feeling him inside her, the soft, subtle movements as he let her get used to his size. He was easily the largest she had ever been with, and the feeling was already making her wild. It felt as if she had been stuffed with cock. He started to move in her, slowly, back and forth, in and out, slow, deep, continuous strokes, kissing her, sucking her lips, nibbling her ear, biting her neck, licking her tits, flicking her nipples. One hand was squeezing her ass, the other holding her tight as his cock slid in and out. She got into it now, moving her body with his, fucking against him, the ridge of his fat head driving her crazy as it dragged across her pussy lips and clit. His lips on hers drove her mad, the cock in her pussy was making her whole body tingle and shake, the hands all over her taking her places she had never been, and she screamed out loud when suddenly another orgasm exploded in her brain. As if on cue, he picked up the pace, fucking her into the leather seats, biting her, scratching her back, pulling at her, pounding into her. She screamed herself hoarse under the assault, and then felt him lock up, his body stopping all motion, the explosion in the condom pushing her over again. She thought the barrier would rip, feeling the heat through it, the flex in it, unable to think about anything but the massive penis in her. Softly he kissed her as he moved back and forth in her, then slowly withdrawing. She held on tight, and he squeezed her to him, until she relaxed, and he laid her down on the car seat. "Where are we?" "Parking garage of the new Insurance building off Tyvola." "What?" "My dad's company built it, but the company that they built it for has not taken it over yet. So I knew that nobody would be here. And I also know that there is nobody on duty at night, and that there are no camera's yet." "You are good." "The best." He kissed her again, then helped her back into the front seat, sliding back into the drivers position. When they got to the house, he was there again, opening her door, and pulling her into his arms again. The kiss was natural and expected, his arms enveloping her, cuddling her, taking her back to that place he had let her glimpse earlier. "Backyard?" "What?" "I saw you the other day, watching us. You want that?" She did not say anything, letting him guide her around back, and watching as he opened the door in the fence. He pushed her in first, and had her dress off before she realized what was going on. Turning her around, he admired her beautiful form in the moonlight, the black bra and matching thong, telling her good she looked. She giggled, embarrassed, and looked away as he kissed her again. There was magic in that tongue, she had to admit, as he draped his own jacket over one of the lounge chairs, the vest and shirt following. Nails traced across the muscles that defined his chest and ripped abs, sharply inhaling as she grabbed his cock through his slacks. "Help me get out of these things." Slipping out of his shoes, he watched her unzip his pants, and unbuckle the belt. Stepping out of them, she neatly placed them on the chair as well, and he pulled off his socks, standing before her naked. "You always go without underwear?" She was staring at the powerful cock jutting out from him at a perfect right angle, pulsing with blood. "When I'm on a date with a lovely lady I do." Taking her into his arms, he undid her bra, and sucked her naked nipples for the first time. Grabbing her ass, he bit it, slowly walking them into the water. They submerged, kissing, holding each other as they twirled in the weightlessness. Holding on to her, he swam across to the other end, wrapping her legs around him. "Stick your arms up." Propelling them out of the water with powerful strokes, he watched her grab the diving board overhead, and slipped down her body, pulling her thong off under the water, and discarding it. His tongue was back at work, and she let go against her will, slipping into the water with him. He made a spanking motion at her in the dim light coming from the pool lights, grabbing her, lips locking on hers, pushing them back up. Again she grabbed the board, but this time he grabbed it as well, dark eyes looking at her. "You ok?" "Yeah. It just felt really good!" They both laughed, then he kissed her again, before slipping under once more. Again, the pussy meet the tongue, and she almost cried out. He could hold his breath for a long time, she realized, as he attacked her clit with an aggressiveness that had to be felt to be believed. When he did shoot up, he hung by one arm, the other hand still between her legs. Working his way forward, he wrapped his arms around her, dragging her back under water, kissing and fondling her. He was infatuated with her tits, sucking and licking them, biting her nipples. She encouraged it, sticking them in his face, wrapping her legs around him, wondering where her shoes had gone as he swam them back to the shallow end. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her straight up, holding her to him, and laid her down on the closest lounge chair. She felt his body pressing onto hers, and they kissed again, his hard shaft between her legs, rubbing against her pussy whenever she moved, driving her crazy as they made out, his hands all over her, his lips on hers. Slowly they turned, and he lifted her onto his lap, his cock sliding into her. She moaned, not having realized that he had slipped into another condom, squeezing her pussy around his massive cock, causing him to gasp. That made her happy. She slowly built up her rhythm, riding up and down on the hard fuck stick, one of his hands on her tits, the other on her hips, guiding her up and down as she rode him, his hips bucking up into her, his whole body rocking up on an off set rhythm to suck her nipples or kiss her lips. It was not long, then she was shaking again, and he rolled her back underneath him, taking over. Wrapping her legs around him, she felt him push into her, deep, hard strokes. Soon he was there as well, moaning out as he fired off another load into her pussy, the heat spreading through her whole body. She watched him ditch the condom in the trashcan, and then he came back and ran his fingers through her hair. "Want to do something for me?" She knew what he wanted, sitting up, and taking his softening cock into her mouth without hesitation. He moaned out loud, guiding her head with both hands as she sucked him clean, licking his cum off the massive cock that had twice already taken her places she did not know existed in herself. She felt it get hard again in her mouth, and so began to suck it in earnest, feeling the full balls churning with one hand, as the other pumped his cock. He moaned out again, throwing his head back, sucking air as she deep throated him, slobbing his knob, sucking the head, wrapping her tongue around it, using her teeth on him. He had to stop her to keep from blowing another load too soon, instead pushing her down and lying back atop her. They lay there, naked in the moonlight, making out, kissing and touching. She loved the feeling of his body, the heat and hardness, the way he played her, kissed her, touched her. "Must be nice to be young." "What do you mean?" "Most men are asleep by now." He laughed, then kissed her again. "We aren't done yet." Standing, he pulled her to her feet, and guided her into the house. As soon as he closed the door behind them, she heard noises coming from upstairs, and turned to investigate when he stopped her. "It's Angela. You don't want to go up there right now." "What?" "The party? Remember? I guess you aren't the only Galveston getting lucky tonight." "Yes I am." She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and had him carry her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. The race was over, and he knew he had won. So he took his time, kissing every inch of her skin, licking her toes, kissing her thighs, sucking her fingers, enjoying her ample chest, smelling her hair, finding all the little things on her body that she enjoyed and desired, all the places she needed to be touched, all the trails to her happy places. She crumbled under the attention he lavished on her, rolling on the bed under his tutelage, becoming an instrument in his hands, the music he elicited from her magical to her mind and soul, the heat and sensations shooting through her unbelievable, the magic he showed her making her wild. And so they danced, her demanding more, him slowly giving it to her, she struggling for what she wanted, and more and more slipping into his grasp. She found it unreal that a man of his age knew this much about her body, about her mind, about her desires. But yet he did, and he ruthlessly used his knowledge to make her mad, make her beg, make her scream his name. His hands and tongue were everywhere, and she did not want it to ever end. He gave her more pleasure then she had ever enjoyed before, and the soft glow on her skin was both the after result of a series of small orgasms and of the happiness she felt in his arms. So when he rolled her onto her stomach, his cock pushing into her from behind, she did not resist, she encouraged him to take her once more, asking for it, begging for it. And he complied, pushing his meat into her, making her groan as he filled her, nibbling on her ear, whispering sweet, nasty nothings to her, making her moan, one hand between her legs, the other on her tits, as he screwed her again. His voice, his cock, his hands, it was all so much, too much, for a woman overwhelmed by the sexuality of the night, and so she screamed his name out loud as she orgasmed, feeling him slam his cock into her, making her cry out. Garden Street Ch. 01 It was harder then any fucking she had ever gotten, her body rocking back and forth as he took her, the spell he cast over her taking her deeper into the realm of her sexuality then anything before ever had, the squeeze he put on her clit with his fingers shutting down her mind, the fire in her pussy the only feeling that remained, as he bit her neck, and took her. She felt him cumming, felt it as he continued to fuck her, the moaning and groaning they made driving her crazy, her body spent, her mind exhausted. They lay together, panting, sweating, kissing, hold each other. Finally they separated, and he slipped outside to retrieve their clothes and ditch his last condom. When he came back, he slipped into bed with her, kissing her softly all over, pulling her close. "Do you want me to leave?" "What?" "If you want me to, I'll leave. I don't want you to be uncomfortable when you wake up in the morning." Giggling, she pushed into him, inhaling his scent from his chest, licking his sweat. Reaching down, she felt his cock, the cum on it warm to the touch. "Come on, let's take a shower." Standing, she led him into the bathroom, pushing him into the glass walled shower. He let her lead him in, kissing her. "So I get to stay?" "I never had sex in a car before." "Really…have any ice cream around?" "You're dirty." "When I'm done with you, you will be, too." Maria threw her head back, laughing, as he pulled her close, the water splashing off their bodies as he started his seduction over again. It would be a long night, and she was looking forward to all the things he would show her. The sunlight tickled her face, and when her arms reached out, they found nothing. She sat up suddenly, realizing that he was gone. Exhaling slowly, she shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She felt sore, her whole body aching from what he had done to her the night before. Smelling coffee, she rolled out of bed, suddenly realizing that she was naked. Smiling, she reached for her robe. Normally she slept in a long t-shirt or something, but he had laughed at that idea last night, pulling her close to his naked body instead, kissing and fondling her into sweet dreams. She had not slept so well in years. Walking out of her room, music from the radio in the kitchen mingled with the increasingly powerful draw of the burnt beans, and she stepped into kitchen, seeing a young man she did not recognize sitting at the breakfast table. The blond haired kid seemed just as surprised as her, looking frantically over his shoulder into the part of the kitchen she could not see from the hallway, so she stepped closer, just in time to see Angela emerge from the pantry, and Ryan waving for the kid to relax. "Good morning, mother." "Good morning, daughter." Maria smiled; realizing that blondy must be Angela's conquest from last night. Ryan was much better looking. Walking over to him, she hugged him from behind, and he turned his head, kissing her forehead, flicking the tip of her nose with his tongue. "Hungry?" "Starving." She watched as he flipped the pancake he was making in the skillet. Everything seemed to just come natural to the kid, and so she squeezed him again, and then moved on to the coffee, her body demanding stimulation that would not be forth coming from him in front of her daughter. Or so she hoped. And was right, as the four of them sat down to breakfast. Apparently blondy had gone to high school with Angela and Randy, and so the three of them briefly discussed who had been at the party last night, who was doing what, and to whom. When Ryan started to clean up, the other two made themselves scare, a result he had anticipated. She watched, having futilely tried to stop him, finally asking where he had gotten the shorts. "I left them here the other day, when I was with Angela." "Oh." She nodded, sipping her coffee. Sighing softly, he turned away from the dishwasher, and came across to the bench she was sitting on, sliding in next to her. His arms enveloped her, and he kissed her, sucking her tongue, caressing her softly. She moaned into the kiss, her heart instantly racing, pussy flooding. "Maria, sweet, sweet Maria. You are a truly beautiful woman, and an amazing lover." "Thank you." "And I am more then interested in setting off fireworks in your mind again, and again, and again, but I don't think either of us wants a relationship." He did not elaborate on that, college, her staying here, jobs, age, and all kinds of things speaking against it. She nodded, and they kissed again. "So I'll make you a deal. You are a mom, and I know that you worry about these things. I will surprise you. You won't know when it's coming, but it will come. Until you tell me to stop. I'll talk to Angela. I know you aren't looking forward to that talk." She smiled, and nodded. Awkward was not the right word. He smiled back, and again their lips danced. "So what are you doing on this lovely Sunday?" His impish smile made it clear what he wanted to do. "I was thinking that I need to go make the bed." "Really…I think I can help you with that." Slipping his arms around her, he lifted her away from the table, and carried her back into her bedroom. Her screams came soon thereafter.