Story 32 #2
Later on, when she thought back on what they had done she thought that they must have fucked in every room of his apartment over the rest of that weekend. It had been amazing and in the weeks that followed things had only managed to get better.
Now they had been married for a couple of years. Things were still just as good as they had ever been. They both still had that animal lust for one another that couldn’t seem to be contained.
Now as she lay in bed all alone, her fingers played with her pussy as she thought about some of the good times they had shared as well as some of the good times still to come. She couldn't wait to see what they did next.
She had to admit that sometimes she wondered if there was something more, something else, but she didn’t know what it might be. And besides, she was happy enough so why worry about something else, something which she couldn’t seem to define?
Looking out of the window she saw that it was a beautiful sunny day. She told herself that she didn’t want to waste a day like this.
She got out of bed and had a shower.
In the shower, as she cleaned herself, her hands lingered over her body. She ran her hands over her pert breasts, her fingers dancing over her nipples. One hand ran down her taut belly between her legs. She rubbed at herself, closing her eyes, lost in the moment...
She told herself not to get distracted. She could save herself for later, save herself for Chris.
She got out of the shower and dried herself. Then she walked, naked, through to the bedroom. The curtains were open but no one was looking in. She stood there for a moment wondering what it would be like if someone was to look across and see her there. What would her reaction be? Would she cover herself up? Immediately embarrassed? Or would she like to have them watching her? Would she want to put on a little bit of a show for them or would she pretend that she hadn't seen them watching her and would, instead, be more subtle about the show that she put on?
She didn't get the chance to find out. She had always thought that something was arousing about the idea of being caught out doing something naughty, though. She didn't know if she wanted someone to actually watch her or just catch her out. There was just something about the idea of getting caught doing something illicit. She thought about the shocked look on someone's face if they caught her doing something - perhaps if they caught her on her knees sucking her husband's cock somewhere - and how they would flee as soon as they saw what she was doing. And would they feel turned on by it? Would they think about what they had seen her doing?
There was no one looking in these windows, though, and it was pointless to speculate about what it might be like.
She put on a little red bikini and headed downstairs. She had a quick breakfast and then headed out to the garden. As soon as she stepped outside she felt the heat of the sun on her body. It felt good. She stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, and turned her face up to the sun, basking in it.
She lay down on a sun lounger. She felt as though she could stay there all day. She was at peace, feeling the sun on her. She supposed that at some point she'd want to go in for a drink or some lunch but she was quite happy for now, anyway.
Time passed. She wasn’t sure how much time passed. She might have fallen asleep at some point. When she opened her eyes again it certainly seemed as though the sun had moved some distance in the sky so it made sense that she might have dozed for a while.
She wondered if something had woken her up and if she had been asleep. Suddenly she was sure that something had happened to wake her up.
She sat there, listening. Was something not quite right?
Then she heard a knock on the front door. So that was it - someone was knocking and that had woken her up.
She got up and headed through the house to the front door. She thought about the fact that she didn’t have a robe or a towel to cover herself up with but then she told herself that it didn’t matter. She was just wearing a bikini, after all, it wasn’t as though she was topless or anything. She wasn’t showing anything that she would have to be ashamed of or that she should be covering up.
She wondered who it was at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone. She was friendly with her neighbors but they didn't generally just pop around to say hello unannounced.
She opened the door.
A man was standing there who she didn't recognize. He looked as though he was about her age, maybe slightly older.
He was tall and well-built - taller than her husband and certainly with a bigger build - huge arms with bulging biceps that strained at his tight T-shirt. His chest was broad and huge, his neck thick.
He had slightly long, slightly unkempt light brown hair. He had slight stubble and a deep tan. He had a rugged look about him as though he spent a lot of time in the outdoors - she could imagine him kayaking or climbing mountains, something of that sort.
He was smiling when she opened the door, looking down at her.
She looked at his face and she was sure that his eyes suddenly widened and his smile froze when he looked down at her outfit. She was sure that he was checking her out and, especially, that he was looking at her impressive cleavage. She didn't mind, however. She liked it. She liked to have a man like this appreciating her.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” he said, “My name’s Pete. I’ve just moved in across the street. I thought that I’d go around and say hello to some of my neighbors but so far you seem to be the only one who has answered. I was starting to think that everyone was ignoring me.”
“Oh, I think a lot of people just like to head out at the weekend, especially on a day like this. I wouldn’t take it too personally.”
"Well, that's a relief I guess!"
“My name is Sue, by the way. Would you like to come in?”
“Sure, sounds good.”
She led him through the house into the kitchen. She was quite self-aware of the way that her ass swung from side to side, wondering if he was checking her out from behind, wondering if he was enjoying it. She hoped that he was.
“Can I get you a drink?” she asked him. They both enjoyed a nice, cool drink as they chatted with one another, getting to know each other. Sue liked Pete. He was easy to chat with, amusing and interesting. He made her laugh and made her feel good. And it certainly didn’t hurt that he was so easy on the eye.
She told herself not to get carried away here. After all, she was a married woman. But then another voice in her head spoke up clearly - Chris isn’t here right now. He isn’t here, and Pete is. And Pete is hot.
Pete was looking out of the window. She had a good chance to check him out now without him seeing.
“Say,” he said, “That’s a nice garden you’ve got out there!”
“Thanks. I was just sunbathing out there when you knocked on the door.”
“Well, I’m sure sorry that I disturbed you.”
“Oh no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it! In fact, would you care to come and join me out there? There’s always a spare sun lounger.”
“Sure, why not?”
She was pleased with his answer. She thought that it would be nice to have some company out there.
They headed out to the garden. She pulled the spare sunlounger over to where hers was set up.
Pete was watching her. She knew that when she bent down to the sunlounger her breasts hung down, giving him a great view down her bikini top. She had a feeling that he was enjoying the view.
Then, however, it was her turn to enjoy the view.
In one quick motion, Pete pulled his T-shirt up over his head so that he was only wearing his board shorts.
Sue tried not to stare. She tried not to let her draw drop open in amazement. But it was hard. She didn’t want him to let her know that she was checking him out and for a moment she wished that she at least had some sunglasses to hide where she was looking. Then maybe she’d be able to have a better look at him without it being quite so obvious.
But the fact was that she couldn't help but look him over. His body was more than just toned. He was large with incredibly sculpted muscles. His body was a solid slab of muscle, deeply tanned and begging for someone to touch it - and she wanted to be the one to do just that.
Up to this point, she had only idly been thinking about him in that way - about how good-looking he was and about the fact that the two of them were now alone in the house, the fact that she had been so sure that he had been checking her out and the feeling she had that he wanted her. Now the tables had been turned. Now that she had seen how good he looked she found herself wanting him.
We’re here all alone, she thought to herself, we could do anything we want. He could do anything to me that he wants. These were words that she wanted to say to him but couldn’t quite bring herself to say out loud.
She felt as though the power had been taken away from her, transferred to him now. She couldn't shake the feeling that if he chose to do something now if he made a mood if he decided that he wanted to ravish her right there and then she wouldn't be able to resist him.
He lay down on the sun lounger next to her. They both lay out there basking in the sun, enjoying the warm weather. Sue couldn't stop thinking about him, his body so close to her that she could practically reach out and touch it, run her hands over those muscles. She wondered if he was thinking about her as well. She liked to think that he was. She liked to think that if she glanced over now she'd see a tent in his shorts where his cock was betraying his thoughts to her.
Her mind was running wild, working overtime as she thought about all of the things that she wanted to do with him right there, right out there in the open.
“Hey,” she heard Pete call out to her, “Do you fancy going for a dip? My place doesn’t have a pool and it’d be good to cool off.”