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Bungalow
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Bungalow
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When things were in the house, if not in the right place, they took a break. Tim went for pizza and some other purchases. Brenda helped Sally set up the kitchen well enough that they could serve the pizza. With the pizza boxes in his car, Tim visited Walgreen's. The shower curtain and tub mat had been too grungy to move; bath soap and shampoo were easier to buy than to find. And where Sally's diaphragm would be was anybody's guess. The dining room was too small for six, so Tim and Bruce sat in the kitchen. The party wound down, not quite so fast as Tim would have liked, but it wound down. Sally followed him in the car while he returned the U-Haul, and they drove back together. "The first thing I'll have to do," she said, "is hang the drapes. I feel so exposed with all the windows on ground level." "They're somewhere in the spare room, along with everything else." "The really first thing is to take a shower. I feel grungy. Do you think you could hang the shower curtain while I find the towels?" He did. While she was in the shower, he looked over the rooms once more. The place was fully lighted even in the afternoon by the bare windows. By the same token, they had no privacy. He did a little restacking in the spare room. When he was done, the boxes covered the windows up to shoulder height. The floor was a couple of feet above ground level here. There was a little space left on the carpet, and he moved a chair in. Sally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Their robes were in one of the boxes. "Want your turn? I used another towel, but there's a third in there." "In a minute. Come into the spare room." "I really can't." But she did. When he started to kiss her, she glanced at the windows. Apparently reassured, she cooperated in the kiss. When his hands roved, she even turned a little to give him better access to her breasts and butt. When he tossed the towel to cover the chair, though, she stiffened. "I don't have my diaphragm." He showed her his last purchase, a box of condoms. "You planning to use all of those?" "We'll keep some for emergencies, like now." She didn't agree verbally, but she did start unbuttoning his shirt. When he backed up to the chair, she followed him. He dropped his trousers before stripping off shirt and t-shirt. He tossed those onto the boxes. Then, above the ankles, he was as naked as she was. He sat down on the chair. She walked towards him, spreading her legs so his were inside hers. He hugged her to him and kissed the valley between her breasts. He handed the box to her to free his hands for more important things. He kissed towards the tip of one breast while his left hand stroked the other. His right hand stroked her spread leg up to the lips. She was tearing open the box somewhere above his head, but his attention was on rubbing her lips one against the other. She was nice and moist when he parted them. He managed to reach one nipple with his lips, the other with his fingers, and her clit with the index finger of his right hand at almost the same moment. "Oh!" "Like that?" He hoped she did, but his mouth had a more important task than conversation. He sucked all the breast he could inhale, eased back until his lips were tight on the nipple and nothing else, sucked hard like that, released it and licked it. Meanwhile, one hand was stroking her juices up to her cit and teasing that. The other hand was tickling the areola, only occasionally rubbing that nipple. "These are hard to figure out while you're doing that." That was okay; let her take her time. Finally, though, she shoved his head back and dropped onto his knees. One hand held his cock while the other applied the rubber. She stood almost up and walked towards him. He kissed one breast as it passed down his face, but both of them had their attention lower down. She placed him at her entrance. The familiar slickness couldn't be felt though the rubber, but still the embrace was arousing. Slowly, she slid down. Slowly her nipples dragged down Tim's chest. Slowly, her smooth pussy enveloped his cock. Slowly, her weight settled on his lap. Slowly, her mouth approached his; then her tongue was exploring his mouth. "Oh, darling," he said when she broke the kiss. His hands went to her breasts, his thumbs to her nipples. As she excited both of them with her slow rise and fall, he excited her as much as he could with his breast play. But his arousal became so strong that it forbade passivity. He abandoned her breasts to grab her butt. He shifted his feet under him and rose with her impaled. She clasped his shoulders with her hands and his hips with her thighs. He turned and rested her against the wall. "I can see out. Anyone outside can see us." "Tell me when you see someone peeking in." Not that he could stop if she did. He rolled himself side to side. Her nipples brushed over his chest. Her pussy walls caressed his cock. Its base rubbed her clit. "Oooh," she moaned. He could feel her pussy begin to clench him. He had to move within those clenches. He shifted one foot back and humped her against the wall time afer time. Her nails were gouging his shoulders and his were gouging her butt. He drove faster and faster, if he couldn't move farther. He rammed her against the wall and pulsed and pulsed. As his knees buckled, she slid down to land on her feet. His softened cock came out. He stepped back and leaned against the boxes there. "Whew," he said. "Whew, yourself. You can find your own towels. I need to take another shower. I'll need the last one I found." "This is barely damp." He handed her the one off the top of the boxes. "Then you can use it when I'm done." She wrapped herself in the towel and returned to the bathroom.
He hobbled over to the chair to pull up his shorts and jeans. He'd have to find towels, his clothes, and
the bedroom drapes. Piles of boxes were a good window shade, but they could only use them a few
times before the neighbors grew curious. |
The end Bungalow Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com 2010/05/27 Thanks to Denny for editing this. For another story involving Another couple moving into a new home, Voortrekkers The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |