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Breakfast is over. Your husband is off to work and the
k**s have left for school. You sit quietly at the
kitchen table finishing the last cup from the coffee
pot, daydreaming about nothing in particular... getting
ready to start another weekday.
The doorbell rings once, startling you from your
morning musings. You rise slowly from the table,
wondering who it might be. As you walk from the kitchen
to the front door you think "what a sight I am, hair
all mussed, in an old robe and worn slippers... well
the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don't
look much better than I do."
Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down
the front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as
best you can. Standing on your tip toes you peek
through the security viewer in the door. You can see
the head and shoulders of a man in a cap and work
shirt. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties,
with sandy blond hair peeking out from around his cap.
You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge
you say "Yes?"
You can see more of him now; a strong, athletic, tall
man carrying a toolbox in his right hand.
"You called about your refrigerator?" he says in a
deep, but soft baritone.
You remember your call to the appliance store in town
yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at
your balky ice maker.
"Yes, I did, come in, please."
You open the door to let him in, then close it behind
him.
"The ice maker, it doesn't work all the time, and we're
expecting company this weekend."
Just inside the door he places his tool box on the
floor and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes
meet yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking
gaze, and a tremor of fear, or is it excitement,
quivers along your spine. For what seems an eternity,
neither of you speaks or moves. You are riveted in
place by his eyes. They seem to reach out and hold you
immobile, like a fawn caught in the headlights of a
speeding car.
He doesn't move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right
into your soul, and you desperately want to say
something to break the spell... but you can't find your
voice. Something primal in the depths of your being
doesn't want to move or speak, something strong and
insistent, caged and yearning for the light pushes its
way up through your stomach like a white fire. You
stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.
You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They
are strong, rough hands... a workingman's hands, but
strangely graceful in their movements. Slowly, one
button at a time, he unbuttons your robe. You feel on
the edge of panic, but the growing white fire in your
belly holds you firmly, and quietly, in place.
He pushes the robe gently off your shoulders, and it
falls silently, forgotten, to the floor.
Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling
along your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places
his hands on your shoulders and turns you around with
your back to him. His hands move softly to your hips,
and with one hand on your stomach backs you toward him,
while the other lifts your teddy over your head.
His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire
upward, and for a moment you can't catch your breath.
Gently his hands move upward to caress your erect
nipples. and after a moment, downward across your
stomach. By now, your will to resist is vanished. You
are consumed by an a****l need so strong that it's
almost more frightening than this man, this stranger.
As he holds you against his body, you can feel his
nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks you
feel his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently.
He turns you around. For the first time you see his
rock hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath
his skin like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine
blond hair. and his biceps ripple when he moves his
arms. His tiny, erect nipples point their desire at
you, and as your nipples touch his chest you totter on
the edge of an orgasm.
In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your
buttocks and another behind your back, and lowers you
to the floor. His hands begin to search every inch of
your exposed body, touching, caressing, fondling. Their
rough texture on your soft skin belies their
gentleness. slowly his right hand finds your clitoris
and begins a gentle stroking which sends waves of
sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You close
your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the
sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire.
Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the
rhythm of his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster.
Suddenly he stops, and you feel him move down toward
your mons. He parts your thighs and with a start of
disappointment you feel him move between them.
Before you can open your eyes, you feel the insistent
pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet, raspy
sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly upward
toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps
gently across its inflamed head you feel your belly
explode in orgasm.
As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking tongue
guides you from peak to peak, until you think there
can't possibly be any more. But moment after moment he
caries you higher until you believe you'll die.
Finally, you collapse, beyond sensation, floating on a
soft carpet in a warm sea. You lie exhausted, but
yearning for more.
The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress
which adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state.
Then, gradually you feel his tongue become more
insistent, and once again, and yet again, you explode
in ecstasy. Time after countless time you follow this
stranger into sensations you never imagined possible,
and after each he gives you an eternity of quiet
caressing to savor the journey.
Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins
a march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking,
he moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm,
wet tongue gently circling your erect and sensitive
nipples, first one, and then the other, as sensation
shoots from their tips to the pit of your stomach.
As he moves along your body, hovering just above it,
you feel his penis, erect, inflamed, pressing into your
thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing gently up and
down. You feel his breath panting on your neck, and the
extinguished flame of your desire rises again from the
ashes.
You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently
at the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on
the skin of your shoulders. Your hands move along his
back, stroking the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his
skin. You feel his body begin to thrust at your vaginal
entrance, and you sense his need through the insistence
of his movements.
Your hands run down his back and grip his iron hard
buttocks, and you pull gently, encouraging his joining
with you. As he feels your hands pulling him firmly
toward you, he thrusts forward, and your well
lubricated vagina engulfs his engorged penis. You both
gasp with pleasure at the penetration.
His smooth stiff penis begins to stroke rhythmically,
and with each pistoning movement he seems to fill you
completely. His body is very strong, and his desire for
you is intense, but his movement is surprisingly
gentle. This strong, hard man is making love to you,
and the sudden realization of it brings on an orgasmic
release which is as unexpected as it is pleasurable.
You rock together in a rhythm as old as time, as waves
of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the
spiritual plane wash over you both.
As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting
grows gentler, virtually stopping at times. Still he
moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle thrust
of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The
simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of
the other sensations you have created together. You
have no sense of time, or place, only the joining, the
oneness.
You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles
a growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part
of his primal being as the white hot fire in your belly
is of yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to
finish the act, to leave part of himself inside you.
You feel this need building with every pistoning of his
massively erect penis, with every thrust of his hips.
You can feel his buttocks clenching with increasing
desperation as he nears his completion. As you feel
this need, you want to join him fully. His increasingly
powerful thrusts are greeted with your own ever more
powerful thrusts as you strive together to join in this
most human of acts.
You pound together, stripped of intellect, reduced to
primitive a****ls, grunting, panting, sweat
intermingling, senseless, inflamed , and desperately
reaching for each other. In a moment his thrusting
becomes beyond his control. You open yourself totally
pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until he
moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the
approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at
the moment you feel his completion, and you hold him
desperately with every muscle in your body.
His back arches violently, and between your sweaty
thighs, deep in the recesses of your clutching vagina,
you feel him begin to throb. With each throb in your
vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his hot semen
pour out of you, running down the crack between your
buttocks. With each thrust it flows around his
pistoning penis and gushes out.
A half dozen times he fills your overflowing vagina,
and each time his huge cock forces it out onto your
buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your final
explosion, and you shudder together in your final
release. In a last moment of conscious thought before
you collapse together you feel a completeness you've
never imagined possible before.
After some time, you couldn't say how long, you feel
his lips brush your cheek. Without a word he stands up,
pulls on his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly
leaves.
For a long time afterward you lie alone on your living
room floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and
pleasuring in the warm after-glow. "We never said a
word" you think. And as you think about it you realize
that the silence, the anonymity, made it alright. "I'm
still married, I still have the k**s, and I still love
my husband... I'm ok." And you realize that you've
gained something precious... a secret memory to place
in that absolutely private place inside, never to be
forgotten, or repeated.
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