Out Of The Blue

“You’ve got it all, Susan,” he had told her, and she had chosen to believe it.

She had lost herself with him, an energetic and inventive young lover who had broken into what she had felt was her closely bounded, ordered world and life. That she, as a freelance graphics artist and designer, had been in his business and worked with him had taken the slow, inexorable, bond with him into uncharted waters.

She had soon discovered that she needed Chris, had lusted after him. She had finally been taken by him when the opportunity presented itself and had conceded, as if on a whim, and then being surprised at her reluctance to let him go. A boundary had been crossed and she had accepted that he would leave her and with only her memories of what had happened, so suddenly, to cling to. As with company, so in life, events overtook you and you then moved on.

Their loving had been impetuous, ragingly tempestuous, and she knew from his methods with her that he was promiscuous; his behaviour in claiming her a sure sign that it might be the only time that she would know of him. But none of that mattered. He had beguiled her with his attentive methods, easy chatter, and consideration for his pal and her son, Clark, when a party to celebrate the success of their internet start-up business had gone wrong. Together, they had tended to her drunken son. He’d been so far gone that Chris had stayed with him, dozed in a chair until it seemed that Clark was settled, and his breathing had grown deeper. It was a sign that he now slept soundly.

Their shared intensity would fade; what she had pursued with him easy to recall but not explain…

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The door to her bedroom had been left ajar and she had heard his slow steps. They were followed by a discreet knock on the door that prompted her to get up.

“Is something wrong?” she called out to him.

“No Susan, Clark’s sleeping like a babe now…” she heard him say, his lightness of voice betraying what she felt too. He must be tired from the partying and then the aftermath. ‘I could do with a snack…hope it’s okay if I see to that?’

“I’ll do it…or help you. My night’s been broken up too.”

“All on account of me…”

“You didn’t hear me say it, did you? Anyway, Clark’s the one who is wrecked…”

She cinched a thin dressing gown over her soft blue silken nightdress as he led the way down the stairs, noted how he swept back his long sandy brown hair with large hands, Chris’s fingers slender. The bulk of this young man, she had often worked with, seemed to dwarf her as he stepped apart at the foot of the stairs.

He looked so darned good, still, even if his chinos and leaf-green coloured, mock-layered long-sleeved T-shirt were creased from sleeping in them, his suede deck shoes clacking softly on the boarded floor. He sure looked in excellent shape; what she could see of him deeply tanned, his carefully shaped and trimmed beard and moustache a sandy blonde.

“Lead on…I’m not sure of the way,” he smiled, his look on her unmistakably appraising. “Clark and I worked at the business out over your garage…I had no need to come in here.’

He spoke as if to put her at ease.

“Follow me, then…we deserve a few different moments after what we’ve been through, and you especially.”

“It won’t be happening again…”

“That’s true, or not here anyway…” She knew that Chris was following her, sensed his eyes were on her. Her knees felt weak at the thought of being alone with him, her son comatose upstairs. She stood by the fridge, reached up to the cupboard where the glasses were stored still uncertain what to do. The two glasses clinked against each other.

“Are you okay?” he asked, standing closer than she was happy about. “Let it all out, if you’re angry with me…that it’s the reason you’re still awake…and talking to me now.”

Chris just stood there, gazing at her and she looked around the expensive and fashionably designed kitchen, feeling awkward and uncertain in her thins silk nightwear, her bare feet seen under the hems of her nightdress, the tight cinch of her gown’s belt shaping her. He would see her differently, but she wasn’t mad at him. If anything, she was irritated with Chris for getting wrecked, and with her husband Frank for being away on business for two nights.

This is the moment, she thought, to speak out on what had been at work in her for some time. She saw a fleeting look of disbelief as she reached out to touch his face.

“I’ve gotten used to knowing you were around…working over there with Clark, over the garage. Soon you’ll both be gone…”

“But not out of mind…” he smiled, drawing closer still, quelling the disbelief that this was happening.

It made her wonder if Chris would kiss her, and she turned to look his way as Chris’s hands slowly moved over her waist until he drew her to him.

“Chris…listen?” she asked weakly.

“I…I all the time thought about your warmth…whether I’d ever get to know of that and of you.”

Susan shivered under his slow touches, the caress of his thumbs as they rushed over the front of her dressing gown. The belt was loosened and, meeting no resistance from her to his touches, Chris caressed the tumble of her breasts, felt their weight and firmness through the fabric of her nightdress. He cupped their pendulous globe shapes, brushed his thumbs over her nipples that hardened They soon strained against the fabric; invited his wanton attention upon them.

Her breaths hitched in her throat as she shivered under the claims of his lips and fingers to them. “Are you ready to go there?”

Chris heard the doubt I her voice. ‘If…if you’ll let me?”

She would concede to his invitation, soon pressed her lips to his mouth to distribute in deepening kisses, his evident hunger to know of her felt in the press of his prick against her belly. He was hungry, fiercely gripped her buttocks and caressed them with the silken fabric of her nightdress as she fumbled for him.

“You…you… you know how it is for me now, Sandra!” he snorted through their kisses, her wantonness something ragingly new after she had given no hint of what she felt about him.

She felt the rush of wetness between her legs, the gnaw of a raging and aberrant longing for this young man. She didn’t want to wait, finesse moments of seduction or acceptance that this was how it was gonna be, have to be between them. His deepening kisses, Chris’s hands in her hair to keep her lips to his, the flickering intrusions of his tongue in her mouth, made her feel that she was tumbling over the edge of control.

“Bring it to me…show me what you have for me!” The demands, uttered so brazenly, sounded strange to her

She had moved a hand to the bulge in his pants, knew that she would be taken right here and now, not in the comfort of her bed. She gripped and eased on him, heard Chris’s sharp intakes of breath, she shivering as he pushed her dressing gown off her body, then tugged at the skirt of her nightdress until his hands were on her naked thighs and hips, his long fingers brushing over her crack before pressing into her, awkwardly but insistently.

“You want this…want me…now, don’t you?”

“Go on!” she gasped as his mouth closed over her breasts, tugged on each nipple in turn as she felt a hand brush over the swell of her belly and slicked her mound. Questing fingers caressed and he kissed her, and he did so where they stood.

She shivered and jerked her body in response to his claims. She fumbled for his belt and felt his hands grip her wrists as they loosened it, then the button fastening of his chinos, before she pushed his pants and straining briefs down. “So…so much…Chris!”

His long penis arced out from his belly and a mat of hair; the muscles of his belly defined. She felt the spasms of a raging longing course through her belly. She felt so wet, so ready and quickly, but chose to kneel down and took that length of his in her mouth. She tasted the slick of precum as she worked him with her lips, the slick of tongue, even the light graze of her teeth over it as she cupped and squeezed on his sac; kneaded his balls.

“You do that so well…I wanted to know you!” he groaned. She saw how he stood over her, his eyes closed and his lips trembling in pleasure. She felt his feet brush her knees as Chris kicked away his pants and briefs. “On the couch…”

They stumbled away, grasping hands not slowing their progress.

She saw the look of wonder as she straddled his hips and drew her nightdress over her head in one sweep, his fingers working her Pussy lips, but she knew she was so wet, open for him and what he brought. She bore her weight for a moment, put her hands on Chris’s shoulders as she let him feast on her breasts, loved the attention he paid to them.

“Now this…what we both wanted,” she whispered, nipping kisses to his ear as she felt him fumble, slick the domed tip of his penis over her crack before, on a slow slide and she moving to settle on him, he was deep inside her, buried to his nuts in her slicked heat.

“Go on…that feels so darned good!”

She rocked and eased, rotated her hips on him and took in sharp breaths. She wanted it all, but it had to be quick, this sharing in the fleshy heat. She tugged on his hair, felt the graze of his bearded face to her throat and breastbone, the fierce clamp of his hands to her jerking breasts.

“Don’t mark me…I don’t need that too…to explain that…and what we’re doing…not to anyone! Only to me!”

“Susan…Susan! Oh…oh Jeez!”

They were fucking hard, and she stifled her moans and gasps for breath against his mouth. Her insides felt on fire, were being stretched, and places found, she had not been so acutely aware of before. She was plunging up and down on his penis and wrenched on it, her actions failing to hold back her impending Orgasm. She failed to control the onrushing flood of emotions, and her body’s reactions to what she had succumbed to, pursued, and now wanted from him.

She came…she came hard and pressed against him; felt Chris’s arms embrace her and slide down onto her hips as he lifted his butt off the couch and he lost it; blasted bolts of his semen into her, all of it mixing with her juices. She knew he was in her, but the combined floods lessened the sensations. She was at one with this lustful young man, if only for the moment.

She looked down into his upturned face, leant in to slowly kiss his parted lips before she pulled his head to her sore, hard nipples and felt his sucks upon them, how he rolled them in his mouth. Combined with what still remained buried so deep inside her she felt overwhelmed by wayward pleasure. She could not think clearly. She was focussed on this and on him; felt Chris move again and she clamped on his prick; felt the brush of their skins and his presence in her bring on the rush of a smaller Orgasm, her muscles contracting on him fiercely.

“You wonder…you crazy hungry wonder!” she gasped, shuddering through their kisses of acceptance that it had happened again. Her body shook as she was overcome by wave after wave of her Pussy muscles contracting on his softening penis. She could not recall sharing in such glorious moments with a man. “Sorry…I’ve…I’ve been so selfish…”

There was a question in what she had told him.

“You needed that…I loved the punishment you gave me for what happened with Clark.”

She eased off him and stood up. Susan held her hands out to him and pulled Chris to his feet.

“The two of you will soon be gone from here…work out of your new offices. I needed to say my own goodbye to you. I was someone else…for a while.”

“And I won’t be far away if you ever need to be reminded of her…”

She was suddenly possessed by a sense of loss and grabbed for her nightgown, slipped it over her head and adjusted the fit over her aching breasts before smoothing it over her hips and thighs. It clothed the woman that she had become for such a short time.

“I’ll go check on Clark…”

It was all she said and rushed out of his presence. She had never done anything so wanton or daring; performed and shared in acts with a young man who had found her and aroused wave after wave of short sharp climaxes and one that had been shared, the wetness between her thighs a sure testimony of that; just as the ache in her breasts and thighs were a reminder of what had happened, a passionate tryst…a raging fuck with a young guy she knew but had never given a hint of what was at work in her whenever they were together.

“Forgive me…” she whispered as she gazed down at Clark. He lay asleep and was safe.

She thought if Chris would figure out. He wasn’t a young stud to be used and then cast apart, but she had an ordered life to return to, only too prosaic to anyone else looking in.

Out of the blue she had become someone else…for a while.

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