0 comments/ 8620 views/ 1 favorites Solitaire By: sticky_cherry_syrup The man sat alone at his computer. He browsed the usual sites that held his particular interests, the kinds of sites he couldn't access at work. He wasn't looking for anything particular, just something to spark his imagination. He wanted to write, but his muses had all deserted him and he felt used up and dry. A car door outside closed. Footsteps on the stairs echoed. The little dog in the apartment above him began to yap and run back and forth across the floor. The door opened and closed, and after a moment it opened again. The little dog's claws were noisy on the stairs. The woman stepped lightly. He raised himself from his chair and walked to the window to peer out. She was already crossing the parking lot to the park across the way, the little dog dragging her. She wore a white tank top over a sports bra and long black spandex pants. She'd been to the gym again. Her back was to him; she was in prime physical condition. Her body was long and lithe and she moved like a reed in the wind. Her blonde-brown hair was French-braided behind her head. After a few minutes in the park, she turned to start back with the little dog. Her eyes were downcast as she approached the parking lot, but he could make out her features well enough. She was freckled with narrow, arching eyebrows. Her lips were full and pouty and her face slender as it tapered down to her chin. Her eyes lifted as she started across the parking lot: the color of water. She wasn't wearing makeup. She looked thirty-five but he knew she must be forty-something. He stood back from the window and returned to his chair. He looked up at the ceiling and waited. Their apartments had the same floor plan. Like him she kept her computer in the small alcove between the dining room and kitchen because there was a cable access there. Otherwise it was a waste of space. The water began to run upstairs and he knew she was bathing. Her evening showers were much quicker than her morning ones. The little dog yapped because it didn't like it when she took showers. He used to live in that apartment. Back then a woman named Delia had lived in the apartment where he was now. He'd started dating Delia because she came on to him so strongly. She wasn't young and she wasn't pretty, but she was horny as hell. And then he found out why. One day Delia had him sit in her little alcove while she went upstairs to his apartment. She'd stood right above him and panted and moaned and groaned, like someone having an orgasm...and he'd heard every bit of it. It wasn't difficult to figure out why the sound carried that way. An air conditioning duct that ran by the intake vent in Delia's apartment acted as a megaphone for the noise just above it. Evidently someone hadn't done a great job with the insulation either, and the carpet and padding and plywood between the two floors was thin and cheap. But the person in the apartment above didn't get the reciprocal benefit, because there was no vent in the floor to allow the noise to escape. It was strictly a one way deal. That's why Delia had been so into him. She'd spent weeks and weeks listening to him at his computer as he'd jacked off. She was crazy about him. Eventually the affair petered out and Delia moved away. When she did, he made sure he got the downstairs apartment before it was rented out to someone else. Part of his reasoning was that he didn't want anyone listening to him. But he couldn't deny he had a voyeuristic streak. Over the next couple of years, various people came and went upstairs. Only now and again would he hear something interesting from above, but it was nothing to make up for the inconvenience of having moved. Then she moved in. He knew right away she was going to give him what he wanted. The second night she was there, as soon as her cable was connected, it started. The first few nights she was soft, like she was afraid someone was listening. (Little did she know.) But as the weeks progressed, she became more and more vocal. Of course, he had no idea what she was looking at. For all he knew it could be chicks. He didn't much care. What he waited for was that moment when she would start. Then he would sit back in his chair and stroke himself and listen. God, it was so hot. He watched a few minutes of a video while he waited for her. The actress was young and hot, but he knew everything going on was contrived and fake; even if it wasn't fake, she was just a slut. The woman upstairs wasn't a slut. She didn't even date...just like him. He had his reasons; too many fucking freaky weirdo bitches who had brought nothing but drama into his life. He seemed to attract that kind. Plus he was just naturally horny all the time, so when a woman came on to him, he just couldn't resist. These days he resisted, because he was tired. The floor upstairs creaked. She was sitting down. Sometimes it could take her an hour to get going. But he was patient. Just knowing she was up there, doing it, feeling it, like him, made him horny as hell. He surfed a few sights, the bulge in his sweats getting firmer as the minutes ticked by. The little dog started yapping at nothing and she impatiently told it to stop. "Brownie, stop! Lay down!" she would say, and the little dog would be quiet for thirty minutes or so. A low moan escaped from the vent over his head. "Oh yeah," she said, not loud, but not in a whisper either. "Oh God, that is so hot." His dick twitched and he lowered the waistband on his sweats to accommodate himself. He was already semi-erect and he hadn't even started. "Oh, oh," she gasped. He closed his eyes and started stroking. "Oh yeah. Fuck. Yeah, do that. Oh... yeah," came the voice from the air vent. And on it went. He stroked his shaft, imagining what she looked like. She'd come out of her shower wrapped in a towel and sat down and started. She was totally naked. Her long legs were slender and firm after all those workouts. Her natural breasts lay softly on her freckled chest, two pink nipples sitting in pinkish-brown areolas. She used a footstool to prop her bare feet on, her legs spread apart. Maybe she even had one foot up on her desk. Maybe her legs were spread apart on the arms of her desk chair. Yeah, he liked that one the best. Her left hand was lying against her trimmed pussy. Her fingers were covered in glistening juice. She used her right hand to move her computer mouse, but when she could she used it to pinch and roll her nipples. Her face glowed. She'd worked hard all day, taking shit from people and being nice. She'd worked out at the gym, and she was careful about everything she ate. Now was her reward. She chose her own little slice of heaven, indulging in slow, tantalizing self-pleasuring. Her eyelids grew heavy and her mouth slack. Her entire vulva was in a state of ecstasy. No drug could be this sweet. Her hips lifted against her hand as moment by moment, movement by movement, she brought herself higher and higher, up the cresting wave, above the clouds, where everything was pink and soft and smelled like peaches in summer— "Oh! Oh! Oh God! Uhhhnnnnnnnn!" He pulled on his dick and gasped and shot the load into the sock he'd hastily whipped off his foot. Upstairs her breathing was labored and she kept sighing, "Oh God, oh God." She moaned and sighed and moaned some more. "Oh, that was sooooo good," she said to herself. "So good." And she groaned deep in her throat like a horny bitch who had gotten what she wanted. It was over for another night. He was sleepy now. He thought about having a snack before he went to bed, but he felt satisfied. He powered off his computer and stood up and stretched. Upstairs, footsteps sounded on the floor as she went into her bedroom. The next day he watched as she walked down the parking lot in the direction of their street. He had no idea where she was going but he didn't see any harm in finding out. He grabbed his wallet and keys and went out the door. She was probably fifty yards ahead of him, already on the road. She walked fast, her head down, until she got to the intersection. The evening traffic on the cross street was heavy and she had to wait for the light to turn. She was across the street before he had a chance to catch up, and then he had to wait. He squinted in the late afternoon sunlight to see where she was going. She turned into a strip mall of connected stores. She passed the Whole Foods and went into the Barnes and Noble. So, she was going to the bookstore. He wasn't far behind. He stepped into the bookstore and tried to look inconspicuous as he walked up the center aisle. He saw her and passed her on purpose. No need in her possibly recognizing him. He waited a moment and turned back and stepped into the row of books behind her. He craned his head to see what she was looking at. Sexuality. A smile crept across his lips. Yes. It would be. He picked up a book and opened it and turned with his back to her, just in case she looked up self-consciously, because she was embarrassed where she was. As he turned to put the book back on the shelf, he glimpsed her doing that very thing. She looked through a number of books, acting as though she were a clinician in search of professional material. Finally she picked up a book and headed for the register. He was more curious about what she had chosen than where she was going. The book she had pulled out had left a little gap and he looked to see what the other books around it were about. The Bisexual Man, the title read. Well, he couldn't help her there. He shrugged and walked over to the magazine section. A woman in a low-cut top and too much lipstick smiled at him as though she could eat him for dinner. He thought about it for a minute; crap, she'd probably give him head for a Starbucks. But he didn't need that complication in his life. He put down the magazine and walked next door and bought a red-eye drip for himself and started back home, swirling his keys on his key chain as he walked. His daughter called and he sat on the porch and smoked a cigarette as she described her day. But he really wanted to get inside. The woman upstairs hadn't gone to the gym tonight. He wondered what she was going to do with all that free time. Very quickly he found out. The moment he sat down at his computer, her evening performance ensued at a leisurely pace. She really took her time, as though deliberately drawing it out for his benefit. He wondered if she was still wearing what she'd had on in the bookstore or if she'd changed. He imagined her in something sheer and black, with her nipples showing through the fabric. He tried to read a story on the internet but the groans from upstairs were so intense, all he could do was listen. He kicked off his shoes and sat back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Then he stood up and took off his jeans. His cock was rock hard. He pushed down his boxers and started stroking, wishing he knew what she was looking at on the computer. Maybe it was juicy lesbian crap. Maybe she was one of those fitness-loving bisexual types who got off on other women in the gym shower. Fuck, he wanted to get between her thighs right now. He came just as she did, and he let his voice shout out, not caring if she heard him. Let her hear, dammit. Let her know what she was doing to him. He saw her the next day at the mailboxes. She was tossing junk mail into a trash can before gathering up the stuff she wanted. She looked at him with kind, clear blue eyes and smiled. The smile was as innocent and benign as a little lamb. Then she got into her Accord and drove in the direction of her apartment. He looked down at the trash can with a hinged lid. One of the pieces of junk mail had fallen out. It was addressed to Sarah Cowles. He didn't know her last name was pronounced "coals"; he thought it was "cow-less". Her first name was Sarah. Over the next few days he started to write again. She had become his muse. In his stories he made her a bit younger; but then, he made himself younger too. They met on a tropical island and immediately began to have hot, nasty sex. In his story Sarah was bisexual and liked to include some of her girlfriends in the action. That was fine with him. Sarah also had a hot daughter who was, of course, eighteen years old. Sarah was more than happy to watch him fuck her daughter like crazy while Sarah played with her girlfriends. He posted his stories online and really enjoyed the feedback he got, especially from the ladies. He liked to read the stories, too. He loved reading about women masturbating in public places when they thought no one was looking. It turned him on to no end, how they could get away with it when men couldn't. Fuck, he loved women. On Saturday he heard a thump outside his door. He looked out the peephole and saw her picking up groceries. Her bags had ripped on the stairs and now stuff was rolling all over the place. She couldn't pick it all up in her arms. He opened his door and stepped out and started helping her. She looked utterly bewildered and embarrassed. He refused to stop and kept helping her, and followed her up the stairs to her apartment. She was red in the face and flustered. The little dog yapped and yapped at him and acted as though it was going to bite him. She quickly set down the groceries in her arms and scooped up the little dog, shushing it as she carried it into her bedroom. He walked to her kitchen and put the groceries on the counter. She came out of her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Everything was clean and tidy but she kept murmuring about what a mess it was. Then she put out her hand. "Hi, I'm Sarah, by the way." "John," he returned, shaking her hand and thinking she was prettier up close. She had on some lip gloss and just a touch of mascara and her skin was amazing. Except for the tiny crows' feet when she smiled she looked thirty-something. He knew she was older than that because she had a grown son who came over now and then with his wife and baby. "Thanks so much for helping me out," she said in a clear, airy voice. "I knew the bags were overfilled but I didn't want to make two trips to the car." "Actually I used to live in this apartment," he said, because he wanted to keep the conversation going. "Really! That's interesting." He wished she would invite him for coffee but she didn't. "Well, I better go," he said. She walked behind him as he crossed the living room. The book she'd bought the week before was lying on an arm chair and he glanced at it, then deliberately stopped and picked it up, and gave her a puzzled look. Her face turned red again. "It's for research," she said, laughing as she said it. "I was doing some writing and needed a frame of reference." "I write too," he said quickly. "We should trade off sometime. I always need help with my editing." She bit her lip. "They're...kind of personal stories. I don't know if you'd really feel comfortable reading them." He shrugged and set the book back down. "Well, the offer stands if you change your mind." She showed him to the door and thanked him again. Downstairs, he went back onto the erotica site where he posted his work and did an author search. Scrolling through the forty-something year old females in his state, he hit upon Brownies_Mom. His heart gave a little leap as he remembered her dog's name. Maybe it was the same person. Maybe not. But it wouldn't hurt to look. He opened Brownies_Mom's profile. Her information was sketchy but she was single and owned a dog. He clicked the submissions tab. She had only one. It was entitled The Neighbor. He began to read, and in his mind he could hear her soft, airy voice speaking to him. "You come home after me everyday, walking from your pickup truck, your head down as you cross the parking lot. I can't see your eyes but I know they're baby blue and surrounded by thick dark lashes. Your course white hair is cut short and it makes your tanned face appear to glow. You swing your keys in a circle as you walk to your apartment, unaware that I'm watching you. "You open your patio door and I hear you sitting down. You smoke a cigarette, maybe two. You talk on your cell phone to your mom or daughter, but usually you just sit and smoke. "Now and then I see you in Starbucks, alone, getting a red-eye drip, and you drink it black while you read the paper. You don't see me as I shrink away into the wood in the corner. I watch your lips curl around the edge of the cup and sip ever so carefully so as not to burn your tongue. You laugh when you read the comics page and your eyes crinkle in the corners. I grow warm in my chair watching you. "And then one day it happens. You decide to go to the pool, the first time I've seen you there. It's crowded and you find a lounge chair in the corner, still in the sun but away from all the bleating children. You lay down your towel and settle in, your sunglasses over your eyes. The woman next to you stirs and you look and recognize me. I stand up from where I've been laying on my stomach and adjust my chair. Your eyes roam over my body clad in a modest yet sexy two-piece before I sit down again. "I burn easily in the sun and have to keep applying sunscreen. You watch as I try to get all the little places, and then you volunteer to help me out. I gladly pass you the bottle; it's been a long time since I've had a man's hands on my body. "You start at the top, just at the nape of my neck, and work your way down. Your hands are big and rough and I don't mention that you're giving me a subtle massage while you're doing it. I close my eyes and lean into the pressing of your hands. It feels so good. You keep applying more sunscreen, which means more rubbing, and I start to get the idea that you're doing it on purpose. This delights me and I smile at you. I don't want you to stop. "You ask me to turn around so you can do my legs and I do. You start at my toes and work your way up, rubbing the white lotion into my flesh with both of your hands. Your fingers can encircle my ankles, you observe, and behind your dark sunglasses I know your eyes are smoldering. As you begin your assent up my calves, I can sense your growing impatience. Furtively you glance around. We're behind an oval of crepe myrtles, in our own little world. I lean back on my elbows and watch your hands sweep over my knees to my thighs. You move closer to me, your hard mouth telling me that this is no tease. "You don't know it, but I have every intention of taking you home. I open my knees to you and you press the flesh of my thighs, flesh made hard from hours on the treadmill. You look down at where the line of my bikini begins above my thighs. Your thumbs lift, and ever so lightly you let them fall and sweep over my clitoris. My breath catches, and even though I try not to move, my body betrays me and lifts up to you. "Your lips part. You want to know if this is a tease. I lean forward and turn my head to kiss you on the mouth, my lips sucking on yours. You take off your sunglasses and grasp the back of my head and kiss me, your tongue penetrating my mouth and claiming me. "We part, and your eyes question me what will happen next. Silently I stand up, trying not to let you see how my legs tremble. I begin to fold my towel, watching you as I do so. Your hand lifts to my thigh and you kiss my hot flesh. I set down my towel on my chair and retrieve my keys, my bottled water, my flip-flops, my sunglasses, and my hat, and make a little pile on my towel. I wait for you to stand. You do, and very deliberately I fold your towel. You take the towel and help me with my things. Together we walk up the stone path among the oak trees. "Instead of going to your door, you continue up the stairs with me. I open my door and pick up the dog and put him in the spare bedroom so he won't bother you. I slip off my flip-flops and leave them by the door. You leave your sandals there as well. I walk across the living room with my bundle and lay it on the dining table. You set down your towel and the rest next to mine. The bedroom door is open and you peer inside. You see my brass bed, covered in maroon and white. You look back down at me. Solitaire "I lead you into the bedroom and pull back the comforter. The sheets are cool on the hot summer day. You catch me in your arms and kiss me. You want to make it last but you're also eager. As we kiss, you rock your hips forward, your hardened cock sliding against my clit. My thighs part to give you access. The fervor of my kiss increases with each stroke of your groin. "Your hands lift to the back of my bikini top. You unclasp it and pull it off my head, not bothering with the tie behind my neck. You step back and look at my breasts, feeling them between your hands. You knead them gently, and the gaps between your thumbs and index fingers graze my nipples and I whimper. A slow smile curls your lips. You drag your middle fingers slowly around my areolas and I have to hold onto your forearms to keep from melting. My eyelids close and I tilt back my head as you lean in to suckle my nipples. The fire between my legs ignites and I want to press against your body. You torture me with your mouth over and over again, sucking my breasts until they're raw and tender. You know now that you have me. "You put your thumbs into the elastic of my bikini bottoms and pull down. As I step out of my bottoms, you remain there, one knee on the floor for balance. Your fingers run up my thighs to that place you could not explore before. This time your thumbs press into the flesh and it gives way, making a part and exposing the small, hard bead almost hidden under its hood. You stroke it ever so gently, knowing how sensitive and shy it is. You bend your head and lay the center of your tongue against it and stroke it. My hands are in your hair, kneading your scalp. I can hardly catch my breath. "You push me back against the sheets, keeping my thighs open in front of you. You go in again, this time running your tongue down the slit to where my vagina opens. My juice is already gathered and overflowing and you lap it and swallow, then plunge your tongue into my tunnel. I am stunned and overcome with sensations I've never experienced. No one has done this before. I feel you stroke the place within my vagina that only I knew of. I cannot believe you have found me. My hips rise to you, and my hand moves over the back of your head, rubbing your course hair. Your thumb grazes my clit again. I move helplessly side to side, no longer able to command my own body. "Your other thumb falls to my anus and you rub it, knowing the pleasure it gives me. I expect you to soon stop, to grow bored with this, but you don't. You keep on, flicking your tongue over my labia, over my clit, before going back to seduce the heart of me in my vagina. I rock in undulations against your mouth, my breath ragged and tortured. I am burning alive. The ecstasy in my clit grows to a shattering intensity. I want you so much to carry me there. You move your tongue to my clit and your finger to my vagina, plunging deep within my core in firm, careful strokes. I am at the top of the wave, at the crest, suspended for a moment in a place outside of time, every fiber in my body awash with glowing, sensual pleasure. "I cry out and tremble violently against your lips. Then I tumble, and roll down, down, down, into the shimmering golden fiery bed of sated lust, my body a goddess who has been worshipped and satisfied. My hips keep moving of their own accord. I can't stop them. You smile at me, having vicariously lived your own orgasm in mine. "But now you are ready to enter the fire. You peel off your swim trucks and let them slip from your fingers. Your hardened shaft is in front of me; I know what you want. I stand up and have you lie back against the pillows piled on the bed. Then I sit down between your knees facing you, my legs draped over yours. You like this. You can hold my feet and play with them. I take your cock between my hands and pull firmly upwards, again and again until the first bead of precum appears at the head. I catch the precum on the tip of my tongue and drag it downwards to the underside of the head, and then sit back up. I grasp your shaft again near your pubes and pull upwards, and am rewarded yet again by the liquid seeping out of you. I want to taste it this time, so I lay the flat center of my tongue against the back of the head and lick upward, over the top of the head, taking the precum with me. I taste its delicious saltiness and open my mouth wide for you. Already I am growing hot to have you inside of me. "You put one hand behind your head while you watch me suck your cock. Your other hand toys with my foot. You pull my foot to your chest and rub my big toe against your nipple. Your hips rock gently upwards. You want this to last. You watch as my cheeks suck. You know I like doing this. I am breathing deeply, taking in the warm man-smells of your body. It's been a long time since I've smelled that scent. I love the smell of your pubic hairs as my nose brushes them. I don't want it to end either. I lower my mouth to your scrotum, licking the wrinkled surface with long strokes. I work downwards, to the underside of your scrotum, and lick at the line where it ends and your perineum begins. You moan and move your hips side to side. I press my thumb between your butt cheeks and you open wider. The odor from your anus rises up to me and I breathe in its aphrodisiac effect. My tongue blazes a trail across your perineum to the puckered flesh around your anus. You gasp, not expecting this. I gently rub my tongue in circles where the hairs just begin to grow. You've sat up to try to see me, but you can't and you wish you had a mirror. "I leave your backdoor and you fall back on the pillows, breathing at last. I bend back over your shaft and begin sucking in earnest. I don't care if you come. I want you to have your pleasure the way I did. But in my heart, I secretly hope you will fuck me. I pump faster, sensing you are near. No, I want your cum in my mouth. Your hips rapidly rise towards me and you grab the back of my head. I know you'll come soon. I grasp your sac and knead your balls gently. Your breath catches over and over in your throat. Suddenly you pull out of me and push me onto my back. "You impatiently press my legs apart and up, then inch forward on your knees until your shaft slides into my vagina, my tightness squeezing in around you. You put both hands on the sides on my shoulders and look down at me as you thrust deeply and thoroughly. You push all the way in, watching my face. I want you there. You slide in and out gently, sensing it's been a while for me. I meet your thrusts. The tightness begins to give way and I relax into the pillows. You ride me at a leisurely pace, not wanting it to end. I close my eyes and give myself over to the mindless pleasure of it. Our bodies mesh and separate over and over. It feels so good. If only it could last forever.... "My thighs squeeze your hips and I involuntarily buck against you. The sensation, which never really left me, is growing again. Your eyes open and you look at me. I don't mean to do it. I just can't stop. My cunt rises and crashes against your groin. I begin to whimper. The fire between my legs is demanding satisfaction. Grabbing onto the pillows around me, I clutch them with my fingernails while my sex explodes around you and I grind myself into your flesh. My vagina contracts around your meat, and you gasp as warm juice bubbles up around you like silken fingers. "At the last moment you pull your shaft out of me, but not to pump it onto my chest. No, you knew before what I wanted. You quickly bring it to my lips like an offering and slide it into my mouth, holding the back of the throbbing shaft with your hand. My lips close greedily around it and you thrust into me again, once, twice, three times. And then it comes, all of your semen rising up in a fountain of passion and lust, shooting onto my tongue and down my throat, your hands buried in my hair as you rock against my face. "You are spent. Your body lowers onto the bed. You look at me and bury your face against my breasts. You want to sleep now. Evening has begun and the room is darkening. You lie on your side and draw me against you, our heads sharing the same pillow." John looked down, the penis in his hand having ejaculated onto his shirt. Releasing a tortured sigh, he turned away from his computer and went to change his clothes. He waited until that evening to walk back up the stairs. As soon as he knocked, the little dog began to yap furiously. He heard Sarah tell it to be quiet. He sensed her eye was at the peephole and that she was wondering why he was there. "Just a minute," she said casually through the door, although he could detect a tone of panic in her voice. She was probably going to look at herself in the mirror. The door opened. She smiled at him and said hi, but in her eyes was sheer trepidation. "Sarah," he said slowly, "I don't really date. I haven't dated in a long time. But I'd really like to take you out to dinner. If tonight isn't good for you, I understand. But I want to get to know you." She blinked at him. Her face softened and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. "Tonight is good," she said in that clear, airy voice and then stood back. "Come on in. Let me just go change my clothes." He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, guessing Brownie was in the other room having a time out. Sarah went into her bedroom and closed the door. John glanced around the room. In the little alcove between the kitchen and dining room, her laptop was open and running. Slowly he stood to his feet and walked towards the alcove. As he grew closer, a smile began to stretch across his lips. He stopped, recognizing the online story she'd been reading. It began, "Sarah and John met on a tropical island." Solitaire One He'd always preferred the darkness, even as a boy he would wander around his house without turning on the lights. Not that he was one of those pallid modern vampires who only came out at night, no, he had bought this farm and it kept him strong and tan but he just preferred the darkness at night, it was a secret and comfortable place for him. So it was unusual for him to light a candle and even stupid of him to leave it burning in the barn like he did a very real fire hazard. But he needed the light to find some chains that he would need the next day so he sat it down for only a minute and then the light attracted the most unusual moth and it turned out to be the most amazingly fortunate act of stupidity of his life. It was an old farm house miles from anywhere and he never had visitors, which was the way he wanted it, 3 years since his wife died, 5 years since he had been intimate with her because of her illness, a year and a half since he had been with any woman at all. But those women were someone else's ex-wives looking for a new ex-husband. He wanted and liked the solace but now and then, and a lot lately, he yearned for a woman to be with, talk to, and fuck...the pent up desire was coming close to ruling his life. He had a dark feeling inside that he wanted to explore...but there was no one to help him.... so he preferred being with no one. That is why he was surprised when he thought that he'd heard a woman's voice calling, he thought it was the wind, but still, the voice became a little stronger when he went into the mud room that led to the old barn. The house was big and roomy and empty, what had once been a back porch had been turned into a mud room complete with a pantry, washer and dryer, and his favorite was the bathroom with a shower that was outfitted with a chair that his wife used during her weaker years. He loved coming in from a hard days work and sitting in the shower to rest and recuperate from his chores. He was surprised when the candle came in to the house being carried by someone who looked lie something the cat would drag it. It was a woman, her bare breast and the torn dress made that obvious, hunched over and limping, and shivering from the cold rain that was now pouring down in sheets. "Hello??" the voice was weak as if not wanting to be heard as she tried to peer through the darkness over the candle. He stepped out of the darkness taking her hand with the candle in a vice like grip. He wanted to say, "Who are you?" or "What are you doing here?" or even "Can I help you?" but all his words came out at once in a garbled stern sounding mean tones. Her first reactions was to struggle and try to pull away but he was too strong, too careful of her lit candle "It's ok...it's ok...you're ok..." He was speaking in low soothing tones, like he did when one of his horses needed calming. The words had their affect as the tension drained from her body and she leaned into his chest shivering and he thought that he heard one faint sob. The closest chair was the one in the shower so he picked her up (she didn't feel weak in his arms...just someone who was now pushed beyond exhaustion and needed help) and carried her into the bathroom and turned on the heater. Her dress ripped again as he put her on her feet in order to sit her in the shower chair and in that moment when she wasn't pressed against him, the tattered wet piece of cloth fell to the floor leaving her completely nude. He turned the shower on and let the water warm before he sat her in the chair to let the water warm her and clean the cuts on her legs and feet then left the room. A moment later he returned with an apple and a bottle of water, he knew that she was hungry and that she could eat this in the shower. But he had to stop and stare for a moment. Everything had happened so quickly, the sureality of the moment was sinking in, one moment he was alone for another lonely night and now there was a beautiful naked woman in his shower needing his help...his care. The hot water flowed over her body, dripping from her breasts across her flat abdomen to her shaved labia. He couldn't help but stare...it had been a long time since he'd seen any pussy but he had never seen a shaved pussy and it was more beautiful...more exciting than he could have imagined. But he had work, she had wounds, she was filthy, so he began by cleaning her. First, he took off his blue cotton work shirt and then he shampooed her hair, massaging the suds deep into her scalp lifting the grit away. And she let him, not as some dumb mannequin in a store window, or as a prisoner enduring subjugation, but as a patient who knew that she could trust the hands that were helping her. He lathered his hands with soap and washed her body bare handed, he could have used a washcloth but he wanted to touch and feel her skin as he cleaned her. He noticed that there were tiny hair nubs on her pussy and he paused, he'd always wanted to...he looked at her face and she smiled a little...so he got the shaving cream and razor and very carefully shaved her pussy. He spread the cream down her legs and so she stood, he had to stand too and adjust the erection in his tightening jeans, and then knelt to continue shaving her then tending to her cuts. The water began to cool as the hot water tank emptied so he closed the valves and wrapped her in a thick towel. "If you're ok, I'm going to go into the kitchen and fix something warm for you" she nodded and continued to dry herself. She joined him a few minutes later wearing his shirt, which she didn't bother to button, she felt safe and comfortable as she came in and hugged him. "I don't know how to thank you" her first words to him. "Eat" he said, "here is some soup...I grew the veggies..." She ate quietly; he sat there thinking of something to say. "This is a night of a bunch of firsts for me," he said, "I have never had a beautiful woman come in to my house like this, I have never seen a woman naked before I learned her name..." "Sara" she said. "Sara...with or without the 'h'?" "Umm without..." "A beautiful turn of the tongue...Sara." he said her name with a slight flip of the "r" like the Spanish do. "Aren't you going to tell me that "Sara" is your favorite women's name?" she was smiling now...his cock hardened again. "Nah...'Isabel' is my favorite but I've never really met anyone with that name." "You've never shaved a pussy before, have you?" He was taken aback by her honest directness. "No, I've actually never even seen a shaved pussy...none of the women...ever let me...one woman accused me of being a pedophile for even thinking of it...but it wasn't like that...they are just so beautiful without hair" "Why did you shave me?" She was being coy now, playing with his embarrassment. "Um well, I could say it was because of your cuts and that hair harbors germs...but you wouldn't believe me." She shook her head no and smiled. "I did it because I wanted to... and you let me...um hope you didn't mind" "Of course not, silly, have you ever shaved yourself?" "You know, smooth legs feel so good against mine and I think that it would feel even better without my hair in the way...but, no, never have." She stood; the pain from her cuts slowed her as she limped over to him... "I trusted you with a razor on my pussy...do you have the same kind of trust?" Wearing only her amazing smile, she led him by the front of his pants back into the bathroom. Two Sara's mind was racing as she led him, shocked by this entire day, she was driving to her cottage when the rain started, the deafening crack of thunder, the lightning struck a tree and as it fell across the road she swerved to miss it and slid on the muddy road her car gliding itself into the ditch, she swore as she tried to reverse, but it was useless, Sara knew she was stuck she needed to go and find help, opening the car door the rain pelted down on her, drenching her body, her dress clinging to her skin in seconds She climbed the embankment and slipped the heel snapping off of her right shoe caught under a tree root as her heel dug into the mud. Sara removed both shoes so she could walk better but after 5 minutes of walking down the road she wished she had left them on, the rocks poked at her feet, sharp and cutting, but off in the distance she saw a light, her destination for help she hoped, and as the wind began to blow harder she knew she should hurry before the storm got any worse. The light led her off the road and up a small trail, the branches of the trees snagged her dress, it is so isolated up her she thought to herself, maybe I should just go back to the car, but looking around her darkness was approaching with the storm, and she didn't feel safe going back, truth be told she didn't know the way back thru the trees, she realized she had lost all sense of direction. Sara continued to the light a slight flicker; approaching a barn it looked like, she knocked on the door, no answer, she opened it, a single candle flickered brightly on the table beside the door, looking around the barn was deserted. "Hello" she called, still no answer. Sara looked through the dirty window on her left, and saw a small house, probably the main house she thought, taking the candle with her she shielded the flame with her hand and made her way to the house, approaching the door Sara became nervous what if the owners were unfriendly. She reached into her dress pocket for her cell phone "damn" it must have fallen out. The wind had died down, but it was starting to rain harder, knocking on the door, Sara hoped for a friendly face, but no one answered, she knocked again, and then tried the door to her surprise it opened. "Hello" she called, still not answer, stepping inside the candlelight softly warmed the darkness. And then a hand grabbed her Sara was terrified her eyes wide, she tried to scream, but seeing the obvious fear in her, the man's voice calmed. The rest was a blur, looking down her dress had been torn free from the strap, Sara's breast exposed, to the man who gripped her wrist. Her feet were sore and bleeding and she was shivering from the rain that was now coming down in sheets. Sara found herself collapsing in the man's arms, taking comfort from his strength and the heat of his body, but she felt weak unable to hold her self up. Sara barely remembered anything after that, the sound of water, what was left of her dress fell to the ground, warmth as he placed her on the bath chair under the warm running water, her exhaustion had left her in a dream like state, but she trusted him as he shampooed her hair and soaped up her body, he left for a second then returned adjusting the water to spray on her back, he lathered up some shaving cream and shaved her pussy, she spread her legs wider as he worked, stimulated by his touches, her hair had not been that long on her pussy, but the sharp razor removed the short growth and the feeling was wonderful, Sara had not had a man shave her before and was shocked at how she had instantly trusted him. After wrapping her with the towel he left her alone to dry off, her dress lay in a heap on the floor, so she grabbed a shirt that was on the hook on the back of the door, walking into the kitchen was painful, her feet throbbing, they ate in silence for the most part, and now she was leading him into the bathroom ready to shave him. Sara's body tingled with pent up sexual energy, she had not been with a man since her husbands death a little more then 5 years now, yet this man somehow seemed to just be apart of her life, she trusted him without question. The candle had burnt itself out Sara noticed walking past it to the bathroom. As they entered it and she turned to him Sara looked into his eyes, they were hazel, and Sara could see a sense of sadness within them. You never told me your name she whispered as she stood close to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Nathan" he replied softly as her fingers lifted the fabric over his shoulders and pulled it down his arms. He found himself wrapping his arms around her, as she looked into his eyes; he lowered and kissed her lips, Ignited the passion was far more powerful the either of them could have expected, Sara found herself moaning out feeling his hardness pressing into her thigh, a burning beginning to grow in her loins, she was wet instantly, and could feel it dripping down her thighs. Sara forced herself to pull away pulling the shirt forcing him to straighten his arms, his chest was strong and muscled, he was in good shape, the abdominal muscles flexing as he stepped back from her. Sara let the shirt drop on the floor then reached to undo his pants, the bulge from his hard cock obvious, Sara leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "take them off" she stepped back watching him in silence as he removed his jeans. Nathan's cock was hard and erect, it was throbbing so badly it hurt, he was not ashamed, but shocked at how Sara affected him, he wanted to touch her and hold her, lost in his thoughts he did not hear her words. "Nathan" she said again sternly snapping him back into reality,"Sit" she demanded, pointing to the bath chair and he complied. Sara watched his stunning body as Nathan stepped into the tub and sat down, his cock erect and sticking straight up begging for attention. Sara removed his dress shirt from her body and leaned in to turn on the water, her breast rubbing up against his shoulder, she angled the shower head to spray on his back and then pulled the pin to turn it on, it was cool at first and he flinched from the cold but her breast on his shoulder distracted him immensely. Sara stepped into the tub in front of Nathan, grabbing the shaving cream she sprayed some into her hand, her feet throbbed from the cuts, but the warm water swirling around her feet made it tolerable, as she lowered herself in front of Nathan sitting directly in front of his hard cock, she lathered the cream in her hands, then applied it to his pubic hair, running her hands up his hard cock coating it in cream as well. Nathan moaned out the sensation was overwhelming, Sara rinsed her hands in the water flowing under the chair and reached for the razor she started with his balls gently lifting them with the razor as she dragged it under and over him, Nathan held his breath for fear of being cut but soon relaxed realizing that she knew what she was doing, within in seconds his balls were shaved, and Sara ran her finger up his hard shaft teasing him, it throbbed at her touch, Sara cupped her hand under his balls feeling for any missed hair, "turn around' she commanded and get on your knees, he stood and did as she asked, Sara spread more cream on her fingers, sliding them thru the crack of his ass, and then he felt the razor gently removing the hair, his cock dripping pre cum as he looked down. Sara's pussy was so wet, she had never shaved a man's ass before but it was the sight of his hard cock from the angle that she sat, she was so turned on; Nathan obviously liked what she was doing to him. Running her fingers thru his crack and satisfied that no hair remained Sara said" turn now and sit" Nathan did, and as he sat Sara grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it with the cream in her hand, she lathered his hair and continued to shave him slowly stroking him the whole time, Nathan felt like he was going to explode, shooting his cum all over her breasts and face, but every time he neared release she stopped and rinsed the razor, as though she were teasing him.. Sara work quickly removing the rest of the hair then she stood wincing as the pain shot through her feet, "now remove the chair" she said. Nathan stood, turned and lifted the chair over the edge, turning back to Sara she stepped closer to him, her breasts pushing hard against his chest, she placed his cock between her legs, the slipperiness of her juices giving them lubrication to enjoy the feeling of his hardness between them. Sara reached over his head and turned the shower so the water flowed over them. Nathan seemed in haze, his hand lifted her chin and his mouth covered Sara's no longer able to contain the heated desire. Three He was overwhelmed, he had settled into this life, this lonely life, his wife gone, not interested in the local women, he'd put his mind to his farm, his horses, and his cattle but tonight, in the matter of a few minutes, an accident of coincidences, he found his life upside down and his deepest sexual fantasies, things he would have told anyone, unfolding in front of him. All because of this small beautiful injured woman who stumbled into his house, into his life, and she had him before he knew her name and now she was leading him, giving him orders and he dutifully obeyed. "Come with me" he followed her. "Take off your pants." No hesitation, he pushed them to the floor, his erection catapulting for attention, no shame, she was naked and now he was too. "Get in the shower"...everything she said, he did immediately. His cock throbbed to the point of pain just from looking at her, seeing the look in her blazing emerald eyes, a look that he had never seen, of pure desire, of sexual avarice, of exquisite lust. His desire to have someone else shave him was something Nathan had never shared with anyone before but having told Sara, she immediately made it real, every inch of his body wanted her, ached for her, he wanted nothing else but this beautiful woman. The shaving was more than Nathan could have dreamed, Sara was deft and methodical, taking care to shave every hair at the same time stroke his cock but every time it throbbed almost to orgasm, Sara would release him, letting the tension ease, only to begin again. The shower head poured water and steam on them, water dripped from Sara's breasts, through her hair, and through it all Nathan felt, tasted, he wanted her raw sexual energy. When Sara finished her task, Nathan pulled her into her arms, feeling her smooth wet skin with his own, the sensation of skin on skin was mind boggling he enveloped her in his arms pressing his body closer into hers just as he wanted to push his rigid cock deep inside her. Sara placed his erection between her legs, holding it in a scissors lock between her thighs and pussy Nathan had to bend at the knees to get down under her. The sensation of her hairless labia pressed against the hairless base of his cock. Sara's wet pussy kissed his shaft. Even though they were wet from the shower, he could tell the difference between the shower flow and the amazing juices that she made for him. Nathan's hands fled and roamed her body, Sara's fingers explored his hair and ass pulling him closer to her. Naked in the shower, no hair between them Nathan needed more, he was greedy for her; he wanted to give himself completely to her. They kissed, her mouth tasted delicious, everything was delicious, Nathan wanted so much more. He gently pulled her closer, her cheeks opened and his cock snuggled tighter along her bottom folds so that he bowed it, like a cellist from her clit to her sensitive ass hole. One of her legs glided up his bare thigh, higher and higher, her muscular calve riding the contours of his thighs. Nathan straightened his back and stood up with her straddling him holding his stiff erection tightly. Both of Sara's legs locked around his waist, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They kissed deeply again as he raised her taking the weight off of her sore feet, Nathan's hardness moving up sliding along her ass and pussy lips until his head was in the right wet place and then he lowered her down upon himself penetrating her pink wet folds Sara's moan was primal, like the purr of a tiger, unearthly, heavenly, intoxicating as gravity pulled her down, filling her with his cock as though he had waited all of his life for this moment.