Mary Returns a Favor
Mary Dennison was too old for a schoolgirl
crush, but it didn't take long for her to realize that's exactly
what she had on her backyard neighbor, Charlie Kent. At first
they had bonded over shared loss. Mary, at forty-eight, had
lost her husband to cancer. Charlie, who Mary thought was
about fifty-five, had moved into the neighborhood a few months after
that, and a few months after his own wife had left him for a younger
man. Their losses were different in any number of ways, but
their recent loneliness gave them something to talk about over
backyard iced
tea.
It hadn't taken long for Mary's loneliness
to find in Charlie more than companionship in suffering. He
was a little rougher around the edges than her husband had been, but
he was just as kind and thoughtful. He often did small favors
for her without either asking if she would like him to, or telling
her after that he had. Mary had spied him trimming the
branches on her plum tree, but rather than embarrass him by calling
attention to it, she had just smiled to
herself.
The more he worked in his own yard and
helped with hers, either secretly or openly, the more time they
spent chatting, the more Mary realized that she was becoming quite
attracted to Charlie. He was almost exactly six-feet tall, and
he had a little extra weight around the middle, but he had a working
man's strong arms and hands, and a face that was handsome with
character. His eyes were blue-grey, and even through his face
was generally expressionless, Mary's stomach flipped just a little
every time she saw those eyes sparkle whenever walked into a room or
into his
yard.
She didn't think he probably noticed her
much. She was a little under five-eight with wavy brown hair
to her shoulders and eyes the color of dark oak. She thought
her face was pretty, and she liked to add just a touch of glamor to
it with the judicious use of makeup, but she was no movie
star. Time and two children had given her hips a little
spread, her breasts and backside a little heft, and while she worked
out some to keep herself pretty toned, she knew her tummy was a
little round and she was no sex
symbol.
But, as time went on and she kept noticing
him, and thinking about him, she also realized that she was hoping
more and more that she was underestimating herself and that maybe he
was noticing her,
too.
It was a little before Mary's forty-ninth
birthday that she realized just how much she was falling for her
lonely neighbor. He was not a perpetually sad man, by any
means, but Charlie's loneliness was obvious, and his self esteem had
taken a huge hit from the way his wife had left him. He felt
unloved and unwanted. More than that, he felt unlovable and
unwantable.
Mary did not feel sorry for him, she did not
pity him, but it hurt her to know that he didn't see in himself what
she saw in him. It was that realization that told her she was
falling in love with him. She was a lucky woman. Her
husband, when he had known that he was doing to die, had been very
clear that she should never feel guilty about loving someone else
after he had
left.
"You always made me feel like the luckiest
man in the world," he had told her. "If someone else is lucky
enough to have you care about them, even half as much as you've
always made me feel cared for, don't hesitate. Shower them
with all the love and affection you care to. It will make me
happy,
too."
Mary was practically glowing as she thought
about showering Charlie with love and affection and her husband
smiling down on her. They were not explicitly sexual thoughts,
but as she lay in bed thinking about it, her hand crept up her
nightgown and inside her panties. She thought of nothing more
than helping Charlie realize how much a woman could want him, and
knowing that her husband would be pleased with her for doing
so. Soon, her eyes were closed, her back arched, and her hand
rubbing her clitoris as vigorously as she
could.
The longer she did this, though, the more
explicit her thoughts became. Unbidden, unexpected, she was
suddenly aware of true lust for Charlie. Of wanting his body
and hers to join. Of wanting to use her body to help him feel
good and wanting to use every ounce of her energy to show just him
just how much she wanted him, body and
soul.
She'd never been a particularly extravagant
masturbator, but as she thought about Charlie joining her in bed,
her panties ended up on the bookcase and her nightgown around
her waist. Her body thrashed and bounced on the bed as
violently as if if where were actually coupling with him. One
hand worked savagely between her legs. The other lashed out
and clawed at the
bed.
By the end, she was making noise and calling
out Charlie's name. At the moment of climax, she could make no
sound. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, and her whole body
locked momentarily in tension for and instant. When that
tension released itself, a bucketful of fluid poured out from
between her labia, and her thighs spasmed visibly in shocking
reflection of the tremor inside
her.
She didn't clean herself or the bed, or even
straighten her gown. She simply rolled to her side, smiling,
and pulled a pillow to her chest. "I'm in love again,
honey."
A few days later was the eve of her
birthday. She and Charlie were sitting in lounge chairs in his
yard. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that was wonderfully
tight across his pecs. She was wearing an orange sleeveless
top that she hoped was just a shade tight on her own chest, and
denim shorts that she knew showed off a whole lot of leg.
Whatever doubts she had about her body or her beauty did not apply
to her legs. She was very proud of those. She hoped Charlie
noticed
them.
"I know what I want for my birthday,
Charlie," Mary said, her voice just slightly
teasing.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
He'd been pestering her about it for a
month.
She hoped he wouldn't be embarrassed.
"I know about all the favors you've been doing for
me."
"Favors?"
"The yard work. The checking on my
house when I'm gone. The word to Tracy about her damn
dog."
"Oh," he said simply. He
shrugged. "Just trying to
help."
Mary took a deep breath and prayed that she
still knew how to plant ideas in guys' minds without being
disgustingly obvious. She sat up, spreading her legs to the
side so that she was casually straddling the lounge chair. "You're
very helpful, and I appreciate the
favors."
"So what is it you want for you
birthday?"
"I want you to let me return the
favor."
"Which
favor?"
"Generally. I want to do you a favor,
but I know you're a man, you're strong, and you're proud, and you'll
probably argue with me and try to stop
me."
Charlie actually laughed at that.
"Probably
true."
Mary rolled her hips subtly forward and
curled her legs a little back. She was pretty sure he was
watching her. "So my present from you is that you're not going
to stop
me."
"Fair enough." He was smiling
easily. "What's the favor you're going to
do?"
Mary swung her leg around, crossing right
over left. He was definitely watching. "Here's the
plan. Tomorrow we have lunch at my house. I know you
have your meeting in the afternoon. When you get back, I'll do
the favor for you. Sound
good?"
"Sounds great," Charlie said. His eyes
were fully on her
legs.
"See you then." Mary smiled,
rose, and walked home, praying that he was watching her go. If
she had turned around to look, she would have seen him watching her,
trying not to lick his suddenly dry
lips.
There could be no usual seduction, and Mary
knew that. He wasn't confident enough to be seduced. He
would shrink away and hide, either literally or emotionally.
She would have to throw herself at him and make sure he was so
convinced of how much she wanted him that he could not back
off.
The setup was simple. Their
relationship would hit a new level at lunch. If he accepted
that, she would throw her body at him after he got home from his
meeting. That kind of thing, she was convinced, was not trashy
if she was in
love.
For lunch, Mary pulled on a navy skirt and a
matching navy top with white trim. She wore sensible heels,
but the skirt was short and the top was sleeveless. Both were
tastefully snug on her curves As she looked in the mirror, she
felt her husband reassuring her of how beautiful she looked and how
happy she was going to make her new love, Charlie. A little
mascara, a little blue eye shadow, and some wet-look lipstick, and
she was
set.
Charlie made it hard to hold off until after
his meeting. He wore khakis that hung gorgeously off his
backside, the best butt she'd ever seen a guy, she was only now
realizing. He wore a simple blue polo on top, but it was
really showed off his arms. Mary almost jumped him as soon as
she entered the
house.
For better or worse, her nerves prevented
her from doing
that.
Fortunately, Charlie helped the nerves ago
away and paved the way for everything she had planned. Before
eating,they sat down for a few minutes over iced
tea.
"You look beautiful, Mary," Charlie told
her, his face expressionless except for that sparkle in his
eyes.
"Charlie," she said slow, reaching out and
placing her hand on top of his, "I can't even tell you how glad that
you're part of my life." Charlie looked a little squirmy, but
Mary charged on. She held his hand gently and looked into his
eyes. "I don't think of you as just my neighbor any
more."
He stood abruptly. "Mary, I appreciate
it, but you don't need to be
nice."
"I'm not being nice," she assured him,
reaming seated to afford him as good a view of her legs or chest as
he might want. "You're the nicest guy in the world, you're an
amazing cook, a hard worker, and you have the cutest butt I've ever
seen on a man. I could very easily fall in love with you,
Charlie."
Ever controlled, Charlie just knuckled his
chin and joked, "We'll see about that -- and about me being a good
cook -- after we've eaten
lunch."
It was hard to read Charlie. He had
brushed her off, but not run away. And she was sure she had
planted the seed. He was thinking about what she had
said. She didn't flirt much during the meal, but immediately
after, she said, "I still think I was right about everything I
said."
Charlie stood to clear the dishes, but
paused and looked at her. She definitely noticed his eyes
drifting down to her chest and lingering there for a moment before
he said, in as clearly joking a manner as possible, "If my butt's so
cute why haven't you grabbed at
it?"
Laughing at his own humor, he went to the
kitchen. Knowing it was now or never to get him in the right
mindset to accept what she was going to do later that day, Mary
slipped out of her heels and walked up quietly behind him.
Careful not to tip her presence, she reached out with both hand and
caressed but did not squeeze his but. When he yelped in
surprise, then she
squeezed.
"Very cute," she said, before returning to
the living
room.
When he was done with the dishes, he came
out, and he was definitely looking at her differently. He was
probably confused, probably not sure what he was expected to
do. Maybe he wasn't even sure what was appropriate for him to
do. That's why she would remove any
doubt.
Mary uncrossed her legs, and spread them
just a little. She was not flashing him, but she was certainly
giving the suggestion. "Hi,
Charlie."
His eyes were dead center on her legs and
skirt. "Hi,
Mary."
She spread her legs a little further.
There was a chance he might be getting a glimpse of her pink
panties. "How long is your meeting
tonight?"
His eyes had not moved. "Not long," he
said, distantly. "I should be back by
six."
"Too long," she teased him. She spread
her legs a little further. She was sure that if he tried he
could now see a flash of her
panties.
"Probably," he agreed, staring at and
between her creamy thighs. "But my job is all I have left, you
know
that."
"You have much more than your job, you just
don't believe it yet." Mary spread her legs even more, and
slid just a bit forward on her chair. There was no way he
could not see the pink cotton that cradled her womanhood. In
fact, she was confident that he could see a hint of her trimmed dark
curls and the outline of her vulva through the thin, tight
fabric. "Is this the kind of meeting that will get done sooner
the sooner you
go?"
"Yeah."
"Then why are you still here?" she asked
with a self-conciously girlish giggle, before recrossing her
legs. "As soon as you get home, there's still a favor I want
to do for you,
remember?"
"Yeah." He remained still.
Finally, he glanced at her face, and then left without another
word.
Mary hoped that this was going to
work. She knew she had him intrigued. Once she got him
in bed, she knew would worship his body so thoroughly that he
would never think twice about it. She also knew that until
then there was still a chance that he might back out.
Unfortunately, the way to minimize that chance was also the way to
maximize that chance. By throwing herself completely at him
she would make it hard for him to resist or turn away, but she might
terrify
him.
But it was her only option. When she
went home to change she realized that there was a damp spot the size
of a nickle on the panties she's been flashing
Charlie.
"Wish me luck, honey," she whispered.
"I really am in love with
him."
The plan was for her to be waiting in his
bed, in lingerie when he got home. Nothing more complicated
than that. "Here I am, let's have sex." It was a little
shocking to her that she had gotten to this point with Charlie after
a matter of months, but they had been spending daily time together
throughout those months. Did she love him as fully as she
hoped to after it had been years? No, of course not, but in
her mind that didn't make the love any less true. It was a
young love, not a false
one.
For her honey trap, Mary wore a sheer red
nightgown with satin trim. It was somewhat dark, but it was
just sheer enough that her breasts and nipples could be made
out. She also wore red satin string bikini-cut panties with a
tiny black felt bow at the top. She touched up her makeup, and
she was
ready.
When he came home, not suspecting her plan
at all, she was on his bed on her side, one leg drawn up, smiling at
him. He stopped mid-stride and stared at the gorgeous vision
in front of him. She beckoned him to her with one
finger. "Charlie, I want to do you a
favor."
"What favor is that?" he asked, not
moving.
She rolled up onto her knees. "I have
a
confession."
"Yeah?"
"I
lied."
"What
about?"
She dropped onto all four, arching her
back. "I'm not falling in love with
you."
"Oh?"
"I am madly, desperately in love with you
already."
"That's my
favor?"
She giggle and wiggled her hips. "Your
favor is that I want to show you how much I want you,
Charlie."
"You don't have to do this, Mary, I know you
feel sorry for
me."
Mary slid off the bed, to her feet.
"Charlie, pretty women don't usually show their wet panties to
attractive men out of sympathy." She slipped one strap of her
nightgown over her shoulder and took a step in his direction.
"And nice ladies don't wait in your bed in night gowns because they
feel they need to." She took another a step towards him and
slipped off the other strap of her nightgown. "And the woman
of your dreams only begs you to fuck her because she wants
you."
"I don't hear any begging," he joked, his
ususal coping mechanism. Charlie was fighting against it, but
he wasn't running or
hiding.
Mary raised her arms above her head and the
nightgown slid down her curves to the floor, leaving her with
nothing on but panties, makeup, and a couple of very hard
nipples. "I love you so much, Charlie. Please, please,
please... fuck me
now."
"You're insane, Mary," he said, but there
was no edge to his voice, and his eyes were
sparkling.
She lunged at the older man, pressing him
against the wall. She spread her legs, kissed at his
neck an groped his crotch. "You almost didn't go to your
meeting,
Charlie."
"What do you mean?" he asked, wrapping his
arms around the nearly naked woman and allowing her to play with his
fully-clothed
body.
"When you were staring at my panties," she
said, taking his hand and pulling him to the bed. "You were
about two seconds from going down on me right
then."
He laughed and left her pull his polo
off. "You're right," he admitted. "I almost
did."
Mary smiled proudly and lay him back.
Holding his down with gentle pressure, she kissed his throat, his
shoulders, his well-developed chest. "Charlie you are so
gorgeous it almost hurts to kiss you." She twirled her tongue
around his right nipple, then his left. She sucked on them in
the same order. One, two, three sucks and a gentle bite.
"I know I don't deserve a man like you." She kissed down his
side, over his belly, up his other side. "I know it, I really
do." She bit at his tummy as she opened his pants. "But
I'll earn my keep, I
promise."
With an aggression even she hadn't
anticipated, Mary yanked his pants and boxers off and tossed them
onto the floor. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths as she
stared at his manhood. "Oh . . . my . . . god," she practically
cried, falling on him with open mouth. Her wavy hair fell over
his lap as her lips and tongue worshiped what was an amazing piece
of man. It was big, and as she tasted it and saturated it with
her saliva, it got hard and hot to the
touch.
Running her tongue in circles around the
head, she stared at him. "You're a big boy,
Charlie."
He actually half-smiled. "I'm glad you
like
it."
"I love it!" she exclaimed, plunging down on
it. She took it so deep in her mouth that she couldn't help
choking and coughing up saliva. After a few moments and
sucking and coughing, she dragged her mouth slowly back up his
shaft, her lips so tight that he was smeared red from her wet-look
lip-stick. "I thought I couldn't want you any more than I
already did," she said, nibbling on his balls, "but I have never, in
my life, lusted after a cock as much as I am lusting after yours
right now." She growled and took him back in her mouth.
She bobbed her head rapidly up and down, hair flying, saliva
dribbling out of her mouth as she sucked and bobbed, swishing her
tongue back and
forth.
"Mary, I don't think I can take much more,"
he told her. "And I don't want to finish without going
further."
She pulled off him, drooling
obscenely. She rolled onto her back to wiggle out of her
panties. "Charlie, please believe me that I was fully in love
with you and your body before I saw your cock." She kissed its
shaft again. "But, god." Another kiss. "I can't
believe how beautiful and strong it
is."
"There are bigger
cocks."
"Probably," she agreed, running the back of
her tongue down his tense vas. "But none more perfect."
She gave him a couple more head bobs and then said, "I will always
love my husband." She crawled up his boy, pausing to let her
breasts hang on either side of his erection. "I will never
love you more or less than I love him." She crawled the rest
of the way up, her wetness pressed against his hardness. "If
you'll accept all the love I can give, it's
yours."
Charlie pulled her breasts down to his
mouth. He kissed them aggressively, sucking and biting as if
they were the first breasts he'd ever seen. "Mary, you have no
idea."
She smiled and wiggled slightly side to
side, using her breasts to play with his face. "No idea of
what?"
"I'm such a
pervert."
"What do you
mean?"
"You don't want to know." He sucked
her left nipple so hard she probably would have given milk, had she
been ten years
younger.
"I want to know everything about you," she
promised, closing her eyes and rolling her head side to side,
enjoying his
attention.
Charlie gripped her ass and sucked her
chest, about her breasts. "The first day I walked from my yard
to yours, you were sitting in the wicker lounge of yours, and you
didn't know it, but I could see up your dress. The whole
reason I ever talked to you because because you accidentally flashed
me your
panties."
"That's not so bad," she assured him, moving
to his his forehead and cheek. "We've moved on from there,
spent a lot of quality time without you seeing my
panties."
"I've jacked off thinking some pretty
obscene things about you,
Mary."
She ran her tongue around his mouth.
"That's not a bad thing, at
all."
"You don't know the things I've
thought."
"We have the rest of our lives for you to
tell me or show me, if you want," she told him, kissing him and
grinding back against his
erection.
"You're not like any other woman I've met,"
he told her without breaking their
kiss.
"That's because when you met me you met the
woman of your dreams." Mary lifted herself up, using two
fingers to hold herself a bit open. She then plunged down on
him, spearing herself on his hard, hot desire, twitching her hips at
the lowest point. "And it turns out you're also the man of her
dreams."
"You're incredible," Charlie said, his voice
muffled by their passionate kissing. His hands rubbed all over
her hips and backside. "And by the way, you have a really cute
butt,
too."
Mary moaned into his ear. It was so
tempting, she sucked on the lobe. "I'm glad you like
it."
"Like it?" Charlie laughed. "You
don't want to know some of the things I've thought about your butt
when I'm jacking
off."
"Oh, but I do." She moaned again and
then kissed him. She'd never had a man as big or as hard as Charlie
and she could feel how wide he was opening her up. Her
lubricants were dribbling steadily out out, all over her own thighs
and his lap. It was very wet down
there.
"I swear I'm not a peeping Tom," he
grunted.
"But?"
"But sometimes when you're on your treadmill
in your sun room, I watch from my porch, and I jack off looking at
that amazing ass of
yours."
"My god, Charlie." Mary kissed him
hard and reached underneath herself to claw at her own
breasts. "Don't hold back. I don't care if you last long
tonight, I just want to make you
cum."
"Don't worry," he replied, giving her a love
mark on her throat. "I'm not gonna prolong this for either of
us."
Charlie remained on his back beneath Mary,
but he took charge. He clutched at her hips to lift her just
slightly. He used his back muscles, to straighten flatten out
the angle her body on top of his, and then he changed his
stroke. He angled himself so that he slid, almost parallel to
her body, through her bush, over her clitoris, into her wet
slit. The friction of her bush and the unique angle of entry
made it incredibly exciting for him. The angle and the clitoral
stimulation had the same impact on
her.
Mary was usually slow to orgasm. She
had very good climaxes, but they usually required some
buildup. But it wasn't more than a few strokes of his large,
strong hadron from this angle before she found herself suddenly
tipping over the precipice. She gasped and sunk her
fingernails into his
shoulders.
He kept
going.
Mary could do nothing more than hang on to
him and mutter
obscenities.
Charlie did not slow
down.
She began begging him to stop. "I
can't take any more. I can't take any more. Please
stop."
Charlie slammed himself far up inside her,
so hard it jarred her spine. She'd never felt anything so deep
within her. His shaft filled her so completely, that she felt
every twitch and spasm as he shot what felt like at least a dozen
times.
Groaning, she rolled off him. Her
vulva was a mess. Red and swollen. His semen poured out
of her. "So much," she said, in awe. And then she
looked Charlie's face and he was not expressionless. He was
starving. She curled up against, and knew that her husband was
smiling,
too.
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"Mary Returns a
Favor"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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