Marta didn't regret having agreed to Neal and Kari's outdoor dinner. It had been good and she hadn't had to do anything except sit there and enjoy the cool evening and some very tasty wine coolers Mitch Mason whipped up.
She did admit a few tinges of jealousy as she watched Neal and Kari. Their hands were constantly sneaking touches here and there and their bodies brushing together with decided intimacy. She tried to ignore them, but with her recent admission to herself it was impossible. She watched her son through newly tinted eyes of desire.
When Neal suggested that he treat Kari and her sister Janice to a movie, she was almost relieved to see them leave. Although there was a nagging suspicion at the back of her mind that the sudden interest in the movies was planned to leave her and Mitch alone together.
Not that she minded. Mitch Mason interested her very much, an interest that had grown during the summer, although she had made no attempts to cultivate a relationship. The interest was mutual, though again Mitch had not pushed himself into her life. But she could see the interest in his eyes when he looked at her. It wasn't the normal eye-balling men give a woman like they were sizing up a piece of meat they intended to purchase. His gaze definitely held sexual overtones, but there was something else which she couldn't pinpoint, but liked just the same.
And unlike most men with the hunger of sex in their eyes, Mitch had never been aggressive. It was almost as if his eyes were saying he found her attractive and he wanted her, but he could wait until she was ready for him. On more than one occasion she had felt the yearning to give into those dark eyes, but the fear of destroying her reputation in the town had kept her from anything rash.
"Like another drink?" Mitch asked, rising from the lawn chair next to her and walking to a pitcher sitting on the picnic table. "Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "Whatever you brewed up there I've definitely acquired a taste for it."
"The secret is in the wine you choose," he chuckled. "Always use cheap wine. No need wasting good wine when you're going to mix it with soda. Cheap wine is usually sweeter and when you squeeze in a couple of fresh lemons, it makes an unbeatable cooler.'
"The only thing is, the drinks have given me a bad case of the munchies," she smiled.
"Despite the nice meal the kids fixed up," he answered, "I must admit I've got the urge to nibble on something.
"How does a nice big wedge of cheddar cheese sound?" she asked.
"Great," he nodded.
"Good," she answered, rising and walking toward the back door of the house. "I'll see if I can dig up some crackers too."
When she returned to the back yard a few minutes later, Mitch had liberated the table cloth from the table and spread it on the grass. With two drinks in hand, he nodded for her to join him.
"Hope you don't mind, but for the past ten years I've lived in apartments and I just can't get enough of just sitting around on a nice, thick lawn," he smiled.
"Not at all," Marta answered, tucking her legs under her as she seated herself across from him. "Sometimes at night, I come out here and watch the stars for hours."
"The stars are another thing I missed while working in the city," he replied, taking a piece of cheese she offered. "When I was a boy, I lived in a town about this size. My father was an amateur astronomer. He had this telescope he had built himself. Some nights we'd go out and use that old telescope for hours. I used to know the name and position of most of the constellations and major stars."
Marta didn't comment but leaned back, her eyes rising to the sky.
"I think I'll get one of these redwood fences for our yard," Mitch mused. "You could sun bathe in the nude and no one would ever be the wiser."
"Unless they lived in your house," Marta smiled. "Two stories, remember?"
"I promise only to take occasional peeks," he smiled in return.
She laughed, her dark brown eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the porch light that filtered into the darkness of the evening.
"Seriously," he grinned, "you've got a nice place here. Most definitely a home and not a house."
"Are you trying to say my house has that lived-in look?" she answered.
It was his turn to laugh; "A home that has the feel of a woman that cares."
"Thank you," she nodded. "I've tried to do the best I could. It hasn't always been easy, but Neal and I've managed fairly well."
"Neal's a nice boy," Mitch answered. "I've met some of the boys Kari dated when we first moved here. I was pleased when she and Neal started going out together."
"I'll tell Neal he meets with your approval," Marta answered.
"Oh, no you don't," he shook his head. "We fathers, especially those of us who are stepfathers, have to keep up the big, bad, old man image. Can't let any of these young whippersnappers think we actually approve of them dating our daughters."
If you only knew, she thought, but said. "All right, I'll keep your secret."
"Good," he smiled. "But at the moment I find Neal's mother a much more interesting subject."
"There is not much to say about Neal's mother," Marta smiled. "I don't think you'd find her a very interesting person. She works, eats and sleeps."
"Alone?" he suddenly questioned, his eyes homing in on hers.
"I don't see that's any busi… "
Her words were muffled as he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. She was surprised, but she didn't jerk away from him.
"I'd like to make it my business," he answered, his eyes meeting hers for another instant. Then his head moved forward again.
There was no surprise in his kiss this time, but still she didn't pull away. His tongue flicked against her Ups, parting them, then moving into her mouth. His arms closed around her drawing her closely against his chest. She wanted to wiggle free, but she didn't. There was no resistance in her. She couldn't fool herself by saying she wasn't interested in this man. Because she was. He was attractive, even a little more than a tad bit sexy. He felt good, his chest mashing against her breasts, his arms wrapped around her.
Just this once, she told herself knowing that was lying and this once would open the way for other nights, If word ever got out to the town gossips, it would ruin her. But for some reason it just didn't matter at the moment.
Almost of its own accord, her tongue flicked over the oral probe he explored her mouth with. His kiss was gentle, but firm. It asked and demanded at the same time. She answered both by snuggling closer to him. Her breasts seemed to strain against the bra that held them, trying to escape.
His lips drifted from her and softly pressed against her neck. Shivers of warm delight suffused her body. She moaned softly, no thoughts of refusing him remaining in her mind.
"You've slept alone too long," he whispered as his hands gently lowered her to her back on the grass. "You're too handsome a woman to be with= out a man."
She didn't have time to offer a reply, even if she wanted to. His mouth once again covered hers, this time her tongue leaping forward to rush over his. His hands caressed the sides of her face for a moment, then drifted down along her neck, alighting on the bulges of her breasts. She didn't attempt to conceal the quiver of excitement trembling through her body.
And he didn't ignore it.
With a firm squeeze to her tits, his hands rose to the top of the white blouse she wore, working the first button free. Four buttons later and two snaps, her blouse and bra were tossed aside. Her breaths were deep and aroused as he pushed up from her and gazed down on the shimmering domes of her naked tits.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "You're a very beautiful woman, Marta Winter!"
"Not much of a woman," she shook her head. "Not during the past eight years."
"I plan to change that right now," he smiled, his voice assuring her that's exactly what he intended to do. Letting her watch him, he reached out and caressed the silk-covered pillows of her breasts. He made no attempt to disguise the pleasure he found in those resilient bans of flesh. His fingers worked and molded the pliant flesh of her tits, delighting in the low moans of arousal he brought from her sensually parted lips.
Her breasts glowed with a summery warmth, a sexual heat of desire. She felt the two buttons of her nipples come to life, fattening under the tender ministrations of his exploring fingertips. She felt swollen, wonderfully swollen, as if her tits were at least twice their normal size. She glanced down as he rolled her breasts up on her chest. They weren't, but they damn sure felt that way.
His hands released the white globes and allowed them to bounce back into their original shape. He tugged and pulled at them, reveling in their satiny feel as they squelched up between his fingers. And when he had played to his and her satisfaction, he leaned over and lightly kissed the rubbery bud of one of her nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh," her sibilant moan revealed the deep pleasure of that gentle kiss.
Then his lips closed around her nipple. His tongue flicked out and tauntingly swirled around the fleshy bud. She tasted good to him, the taste of a woman.
Hot flames of lust licked through her body on g direct line from her breasts to her loins as he sucked at that aching crest. Hard and long he sucked, awaking the burning flames of passion. She groaned, reaching behind his head and pulling him down, forcing him to accept more of her flesh into his mouth.
Willing, he responded to her needs, gobbling up as much of the succulent tit flesh as possible and then some. And as his mouth eased from that one peak, he dropped down on the other, busying it with a barrage of arousing sensations.
Simultaneously, his hands crept down the curves of her sides, his fingers tucking under the elastic bands of the slacks she wore and her panties at the same time. She lifted her hips a bit, helping him slide them down over her emphatically flaring hips.
When his mouth at last released the marvelous hold it held on her tit, he rose and immediately began to attack the buttons of his shirt while she peeled her slacks and undergarments from her legs, tossing them beside her blouse and bra.
Her body was a soft, glowing white in the dim light coming from the back porch. His eyes drifted over the shapely curves of her legs for a moment, then rose to the dark patch of her pubis. Her thighs spread lewdly, allowing him a full view of the womanly knoll of her cunt.
Quickly working his trousers free, he peeled away the briefs he wore. His cock, hard and rigid, poled from his loins like a lance of lust. He watched her own gaze drop to the throbbing shaft of his sex. Her eyes widened and her delicate nostrils flared with arousal.
She could take that, she thought as she stared at the thick stalk of his cock. He was big, not just long, but fat. And his balls dangled from his scrotum like large rocks held in a rumpled sac. She could take him. She could take him and love every inch of that magnificent pole of man meat.
Lowering himself beside her on the grass, he once more kissed her. His tongue drove into her mouth hard this time, with a sense of urgency. She responded, her own tongue flicking and circling his oral digit as it drove toward the depths of her throat.
At the same time, her hands languorously eased over his chest, taunting his sleeping nipples into stiff little pebbles, then drifting lower. Her fingertips found the throbbing shaft of his manhood, touching lightly, almost hesitantly. The surface of that erect shaft was so soft and smooth, covering the bone-hard firmness beneath. It was a combination that thrilled her. Lovingly she ran her fingers from the engorged crown of his prick to its hairy base. He jerked and twitched under her touch. Then jerked and twitched some more as she trickled up the ridged underside of his cock.
His own hands were far from inactive. Once more working their way to her hips, his palms caressed the satin-sleek thighs. Then one of those hands moved inward, weaving through the dark fleece of her pubis. He cupped the protruding knoll of her cunt and squeezed down lightly.
She groaned. He worked her as he had worked her breasts just moments ago. Her hands clamped around the solid prong of his sex, jacking at him with fervid lust. His own groan was as deep and desire-filled as hers.
Inward, he worked a finger up into the interior of her sex. The heavy flow of her aroused juices washed around his impaled finger. He felt her clamp down, squeezing the spongy folds of her vagina around him. As he tenderly began to stroke his finger in and out of her hot hole of passion, he ran his thumb up to the top of her pink slit, rubbing over her clit.
Tingling excitement coursed through her loins. In an involuntary action, her hips undulated in perfect rhythm with the finger that invaded her body. Where she had wanted him, she now ached. Where she had desired him, she now lusted. Her hands pleaded over the stiff rod of his manhood. She squeezed. She jacked. She pulled.
Answering her ardent summons, he rolled atop her. The slightly domed half-bowls of her breasts speared their hard nipples into his bare chest. She groaned, writhing a bit, as his finger slithered from the steaming recesses of her pussy. Her own hands easily positioned his prick at the trembling mouth of her cunt.
His pelvis thrusted.
"Ahharrgggaahh!" she groaned in abandoned pleasure.
He sliced deeply into the quivering recess of her quim. She squeezed down, holding him there within her. She could feel him, feel every throbbing inch of his fat cock. He had driven into the very soul of her desire. He packed her with brimming sensations of delight. He twitched and jerked and she could feel every minute movement of that ponderous prod.
His mouth covered hers and his tongue drove into the sweetness of her oral caresses. But her full attention centered on that pulsating spike of man meat that languidly drew itself from her body. Inch by packing inch, he eased from the burning heat of her belly. The resilient walls of her vagina clamped at him, attempting to hold that marvelous prick, but the oozing flood of lubricants within her did nothing to aid her. He slipped up and out, stopping with only the bulbous knob of his glans poised within the quaking lips of her labia.
Then that imposing plunger slithered back down into the open channel of her lust. Her hand tightened on the rock-hard cheeks of his buttocks. She pulled at him, trying to draw that gratifying column deeper.
He paused there at the bottom of his stroke, bathing in the wonderful luxury of her cunt. She was so hot and tight. The walls of her pussy squeezed at him, then relaxed. It was almost as if she rippled around him.
"Damn!" she groaned. "You feel so good!"
He did! This voluptuous woman made him that way. As he once more slithered from her body, his cock felt swollen to its limits. Each pulsing throb that jerked through his length heightened the consuming lust that burned in his loins.
He drove hard into her this time. His pelvis met hers in a loud wet slap. He ground down, giving her clit the full treatment it deserved. With equal alacrity he wrenched up and slammed down again, drilling into the sweet, honey crevice of her cunt.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "Oh, god! Yes!"
His rhythm was hard and deep. He ravished her. He poled into her body, fucking the tight slit of her cunt in almost brutal fashion. In and out he skewered, pounding that oozing gash between her thighs.
She accepted him, savoring each jackhammering thrust of his cock. Fiery lust erupted within her thighs. She went wild, allowing the rise of her lust to control every action of her body.
Her hips jerked and bucked. She threw herself on each impaling stroke of his cock. She thrashed and writhed under his weight. She hunched and groaned, swallowing up the massive inches of pulsing prick he fed her.
They worked together, whipping the passion within them higher and higher. They no longer made love, but fucked. Lust commanded them directed them, urged them. In and out, out and in his cock pistoned into the welcoming hole of he; pussy. Up and down her pelvis rocked as the quaking tremors of her mounting orgasm shuddered through her body.
Like a madman or a rapist, he filled and refilled the volcanic depths of her cunt with his burning wand of sex. His balls tightened and retightened trying to hold back the flood of sperm and semen that churned angrily within them. Deeper and then deeper he speared into her at a frenzied pace.
Nearer and nearer she soared toward the oblivion of sexual pleasure. She had lost herself to him and that driving cockshaft.
She no longer knew she was on her back in her own backyard. She no longer felt the cool grass beneath her or the light night breeze that caressed her nakedness. All she knew or felt was the man pressing down atop her and the ponderously fat prick he crammed in and out of her body.
Like flashing lights it started and like a torrent of colors it blasted through her. The throbbing of her thighs expanded and formed a ball of fire. It exploded, shattering her soul into a thousand fragments, reassembling them, only to send them flying on the winds of ecstasy once again. She came and she came hard and violent.
The woman beneath him went rigid. Her cunt contracted and squeezed at him. The tightness did nothing to help him withhold the rising demands of his own groin. Instead, it created a fantastic friction that seared over the hypersensitive skin of his glans. Still he fought to retain that agonizing moment or two just before climax.
In and out his cock shafted. The burning fire of his balls began to move. Inch by inch it forced its way up through the center of his prick. He clamped down, but there was no way of stopping it now.
Hot and thick, he jetted into her quivering cunt. He splattered the trembling walls of her vagina with the creamy fluids of his loins. His body jerked and quaked spasmodically as he emptied himself into her, his balls drained of the lust he held.
They rocked together, locked in each other's arms. Their moans mingled in a chorus of deep satisfaction and gratitude. Their bodies trembled and quivered as the last swirling sensations of their mutual climax washed through them.
Then after the last of those sensations had passed and his cock slithered limply from her jism-oozing slash, he rolled to his back Drawing the still panting woman into the hollow of his shoulder, he held her there, just reveling in the nearness of her body.