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Allison Secrets
I had been spending a lot of time at home. I was sort of between jobs. My husband worked, but truth is we needed the money from my working too. Things were a little tight. We lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, perhaps a little too nice for us to afford. I needed to go back to work. Besides, the days at home were largely boring, except Thursdays.
Every Thursday my rich neighbors had this guy come over and take care of their lawn, big guy, young, dark hair, muscles. He would park his old truck on the street and roll the mower out, and for the next two hours I would watch. I would put on a nice teddy or a silk robe and peek out through the window watching him, wanting him.
This particular Thursday was better than most. He was spreading mulch around the flowers and bushes with no shirt on. I was watching wearing a very skimpy teddy. I couldn't stand it any more. I had to do something. I went to the kitchen, took out a large pitcher of iced tea and made a very small glass. I threw a T-shirt over my teddy and a pair of shorts. I went to see him.
I asked him if he could do a favor for me. I told him I had to make tea for a dinner party and that I needed someone to test this to see if it was any good. He drank the glass quickly and smiled.
He said,
"I think it was good.
You wouldn't happen to have anymore would you?"
It was a very small glass. My plan had worked.
I said,
"Sure. Come on over."
He put his shirt back on, and I led him to the kitchen and poured him another glass. All the blinds were already closed. I think the way I was deliberately standing too close to him was making him nervous. He was still glistening with fresh sweat, the kind that hasn't had time to develop an unpleasant odor, the kind that makes me want to touch it, to spread it over me.
He held his glass in front of him when I started pouring it full again. I spilled it all over his chest, a little too obvious I know.
I said,
"Oh no. I sorry. Let me help you."
He said,
"That's alright. The shirt gets wet and dirty working anyway."
I said,
"Let me clean it for you."
I grabbed the bottom of his shirt on both sides as he reached down to stop my hands. As I moved forward our bodies touched. The tea on his shirt soaked into mine as well. While our chests were pressed together we made eye contact. That said everything that needed to be said. I backed up and pulled my shirt over my head. He pulled his off. He slid his hand around to the small of my back and pulled me against him. We kissed, long, hot and deep.
We stopped for a moment and I said,
"My god. I shouldn't be doing this."
He said,
"I think you should," as he pushed me back against the counter kissing me again.
I said,
"You've got to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"That you'll never tell anyone this happened."
He said,
"That sounds fair," as he was pulling my shorts off.
He sat me down on the kitchen table, got on his knees and pushed my knees apart. He pulled my teddy to one side and started licking me slowly, teasing, licking slowly around the outer lips of my cunt. Finally I grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him into the center. I looked around at my kitchen. It was a kind of surreal feeling. This was my kitchen, with my dainty decorations. Loyal homemaker Allison was making it with a stranger on the kitchen table. Damn it was good.
He stood up and pulled me up too. He took a couple of steps back. I intuitively knew what he wanted. I dropped to my knees and started undoing his pants. He kicked off his shoes and I completely removed his pants and briefs. It was like I wasn't me. I wasn't sweet conservative little Allison. I was the whore I always wanted to be. I took his cock into my mouth and started working it for all I was worth. I had one hand around the base and with the other hand I reached up between his legs and firmly grasped one bun. He brushed my hair back away from my face. He wanted to see me sucking his cock. I know he was close to coming, but he made me stop and stand up. He was kissing me again. I was holding his cock.
I said,
"Let's finish this in the bedroom."
I led him down the hall in my house, past the pictures on the wall, into my perfectly neat bedroom. I wasn't working, so I had the time to perfectly keep it clean and neat. He was behind me, holding me, while I surveyed the bedroom. The bedspread that had been given to us as a wedding present was on the bed. Pictures were on the nightstand. This was my conservative loyal wife sanctuary, the sanctuary I was about to desecrate. This muscular young man was pushing me on in, over in front of our full-length mirror. While I watched in the mirror, he removed my teddy, stood back up, started caressing one of my breasts and fingering my cunt. I had never watched myself get that worked up before. I wanted him inside me. I tried to turn around to face him.
He stopped me and said,
"Not yet."
He grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on the wall on either side of the mirror, leaning me forward.
Then he said,
"Arch your back."
He entered me from behind while I was leaning forward like that. I could see his balls and the base of his cock in the mirror, rising and falling in and out of me, slowly. I could see his hands on my breasts. I looked at my face in the mirror. I didn't know whom I was seeing. I had never seen myself quite like that. I could see the lust, the desire. I could see the urgency, the urgent rush toward ecstasy. I had released every desire I had ever suppressed.
He stopped and let me go. I went to the bed and threw the covers against the wall, leaving only the bare sheet. As soon as I crawled to the center he was on me; he was in me. He pumped me fiercely, very fast. He caressed the sides of my face and kissed me while he was pumping. He grabbed me by the hips and rolled us over bringing me on top without withdrawing out of me. I tried to pump him as fast as he just had me. I ground my hips down against him stimulating myself to an orgasm. I held his hands to keep my balance and squatted up on the balls of my feet so I could use all my leg muscles to slam up and down into him. He came while I was so fiercely slamming down against him.
I lay exhausted on the bed for several minutes when I realized he wasn't in the room. He came back in. He had already put his pants back on and was putting his shirt on. I held my hand up to him and he held it.
I said,
"I'm Allison.
What was your name?"
He started to answer and then a large grin covered his face.
He said,
"I'll see you next week," and then he was gone.
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