Indecent Encounters (13 page)

After a few minutes of his teasing, Melanie was panting in delicious frustration. She writhed in Wes’s grasp, thrusting her hips forward toward the water’s spray. Sandy moved it close again, letting the jet of water flirt around the perimeter of her pussy. Her body hummed, begging for the next warm stroke. Then, without warning, he centered the stream directly on her clit for perhaps half a minute, enough to build her arousal to a new, titillating peak. She thrashed and moaned, feeling the keen tension of an orgasm approaching, feathering through her, puckering her whole body, but still hanging beyond her reach.

“Please, Sandy,” she whimpered as he aimed the jet away from her once again. By now, all she could think about was placating the pulsing little nub at the center of her being, and filling her passage with Sandy’s magnificent wet cock.

As he came close this time, she reached out and took a firm hold on his cock. He let out a soft sound of surprise and dropped the spray hose.

“Fuck me,” she moaned and pulled him up close. “Now.”

“Oh yeah,” he said. Settling his hands under her hips, he lifted her pelvis up. She felt the head of his cock nudging the entrance to her pussy, but not at a comfortable angle. And the marble tile of the shower was just too slippery. This wasn’t going to work, even with Wes to lean against.

“In the bed,” she gasped.

Before she knew it, Wes had scooped her up and the three of them were heading for her bedroom.

Chapter Six

Sandy followed Wes down a short hallway and into a spacious, airy master bedroom. Sandy pulled the bedspread back, and as Mrs. B eased down onto the sheets, he glanced around. The room was clean and uncluttered and painted in soft colors. Pretty much as he would have imagined Mrs. B’s bedroom to look. He liked it. Right above them, a huge skylight allowed the morning sun to stream in, making her pale, soapy skin all shimmery. He had the strong urge to lick her dry from her toes to her nose. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. His cock was so hard it hurt him to move.

He stood back from the bed and watched as Wes sat down at the edge near her shoulders and placed two or three pillows beneath her head. Her eyes were wide, fixed on Wes’s face, but when he let his fingers begin to trail lightly across her breasts, she let her eyelids drift down again. The tip of her tongue came out and ran along her lips, making them shiny and inviting. When Wes pinched her nipples she let out a soft little cry and arched her back. It was a clear invitation, and Sandy didn’t blame Wes at all for lowering his head to suck on one of those rose colored tips. Mrs. B’s fingers got all tangled up in Wes’s hair as she hugged his mouth to her breasts. Pretty soon she was writhing in excitement, lifting her hips and letting her thighs fall wide open.

Talk about an invitation!

Sandy grinned and moved forward, sliding down beside her on the bed across from Wes. He grasped an available nipple in his teeth and bit gently. At the same time he let his fingers stray down her soft belly to the thatch of damp curls between her thighs. The closer he got to her pussy, his fingers circling and dipping, the more she moaned and wriggled beneath them. Her eyes met his, glazed with desire. Her body’s musky, warm perfume wafted around them, telegraphing just how turned on she really was. Whatever hesitation she might have been feeling earlier was obviously now completely forgotten.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, teasing her with his words and his fingertips. “Oh that’s right.” He stroked boldly up her slick cleft, finding and caressing again the engorged bud of her clit.

“You got it, Mrs. B.” He rose and knelt above her, swinging his leg across. He slid his hands beneath her sweet round hips and lifted her pelvis to the perfect angle. For just a few seconds he let the head of his cock rest at her dusky opening, enjoying the sight of it there, and then he shoved in.

OMG.
He’d never felt anything quite like it! Yeah, he’d had his cock in more than a few pussies, and they’d all been deliciously warm and wet. Some of them felt better than others. But Mrs. B’s pussy? It was like her lady parts were custom made to mold exactly to his naked cock, to massage him and clench around him in perfect harmony with his movements. As he stroked in and out of her, finding his rhythm, she eagerly met his thrusts with her own body. Each time he drove into her, he seemed to go deeper and deeper, until it felt as if he must have punched his way clear through her. And yet her passage was still snug around him, somehow slippery at the same time, providing the perfect amount of friction to get him off. In no time he was ready to come. He fought the tide, wanting her to climax with him.

Apparently knowing exactly what Sandy wanted, Wes reached down and eased one hand between their two bodies. Sandy adjusted his hips, leaning back just a little so Wes could press his index finger into Mrs. B’s pussy. Wes felt for their rhythm and then began to follow along, stroking her clit in time to Sandy’s thrusts. With his other hand, he continued to work her nipples, rolling them roughly between his fingers.

Mrs. B let out a long, low moan of naked ecstasy. Sandy had never heard anything quite like it, and he loved the sound. He loved the flush of color that was stealing over her chest and neck too, and the dark animal desire that lived in her eyes as her gaze tangled with his. At the same moment he felt her body squeeze and pucker around his cock, surrounding him with waves of incredible sensation. The pulsing friction pushed him right over the edge. His taut muscles bunched tighter as he rode the crest of it, almost losing consciousness. Then, with his heart thundering in his ears, his cock unloaded like a fire hose into her pulsing pussy.

Several minutes passed before Sandy opened his eyes. He was lying across Mrs. B. Her eyes were closed, her breathing gradually slowing. Wes was stretched out on the other side of her, his head propped on his hand, grinning from ear to ear. He flipped Sandy another thumbs up. Sandy smiled back and rolled off her and up to a sitting position, running his fingers back through his damp hair.

“What about you, Wes?” She turned her head and glanced pointedly at his cock, still stiff and dark with engorgement. But as she reached out to touch him, he rolled away.

“You can catch me next time,” he said, “This time it was all about you, Mel.” He bent down and gave her a peck on the forehead, but before he could move away, Mrs. B made a grab for him.

“And this is all about you,” she said, laughing as her hand closed firmly around his cock. In a smooth move she was up on her knees at the edge of the bed, pulling him up close. “You’re not getting away that easy,” she teased.

Wes grinned and shoved his hand back through his hair.

“Well, whatever you say, boss-lady.” Then he groaned as Mrs. B bent her head and took him in her mouth.

Sandy lay back on the pillows and watched as a good four inches of Wes’s naked cock disappeared into the welcoming depths of Mrs. B’s mouth. Her lush red lips worked around him, forming a snug ring that obviously felt as good as it looked.

“Oh yeah,” Wes rasped, his fingers twining in her hair as her head began to move up and down in a steady cadence. “Just like that.” He moved one hand to the bed post to steady himself and widened his stance, as a grimace of pure pleasure contorted his face.

Sandy felt his own body responding as he watched. The whole scene was erotic as hell. He particularly liked his view of Mrs. B’s backside as she knelt across the bed from him. Each time she rocked forward he caught a glimpse of her pussy, still glistening and swollen from where his own cock had been just minutes before. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as sexy as that. Unless it was the way she was using her tongue on Wes now, licking broadly at the length of his shaft, down around his balls and back up again.

It occurred to Sandy that he’d never known anyone quite like Mrs. B. Not only was she beautiful, with her soft curves and pretty face, but her eager lovemaking far outshone any of the girls his own age.

Wes let out another groan, and Mrs. B closed her mouth around him once more, making little mewing sounds of pleasure as she suckled the dark head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the tip, caressing and teasing until Wes bit back a guttural growl. He grasped her face, his whole body tensing on the very brink, then Sandy watched as he went over the edge. Mrs. B pulled him in deep once again, milking him skillfully as his cock pulsed freely between her lips.

When he was done, Wes collapsed forward on the bed, a weak grin on his face.

“God. That was really something,” he finally said. “I feel like
I’m
the one who got the birthday gift.”

Everybody laughed, then Wes got up and went into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Lucky Wes,” Sandy said, stretching out at her side again. He began to nuzzle her neck and ears, kissing his way from there to the nearest nipple. She giggled softly.

“You’ll get me hot all over again if you’re not careful, Sandy,” she said. The dark desire in her big eyes told him plainly she wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Damn. I gotta get going, Mrs. B” he told her. “We’re still hoping to finish up early today.”

“Oh, of course.” She blushed and pulled away, dragging the sheet up over her breasts. She had a funny pinched expression on her face now, as if she wasn’t quite sure where she stood with him. “I have work to do myself, remember?”

“You could always come to the beach with us,” he reminded her, smiling.

She laughed a little, but wouldn’t meet his eyes. “That’s sweet. But you guys go ahead and have a great time. You don’t need to be dragging an old lady along.” Her hand came to rest on his knee for a few seconds and then moved away.

“Old lady?” He bent and kissed her, his tongue thrusting boldly inside, taking complete possession of her lush mouth. With his lips and tongue he tried to let her know just how desirable he found her, as if his cock hadn’t told her so just minutes before. When he pulled away she gasped for air.

“If you forget,” he said, taking a step back towards her bed, and letting his eyes come to rest on her face, “I don’t mind at all coming to the door to get it from you.”

“And I’m pretty good with plumbing, if your shower attachments don’t seem to be working quite right. Don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of, Mrs. B.”

“A sp-spanking?” Now she was
really
blushing and her eyes had gotten huge. She clutched the sheet to her breasts. Her words came out all quivery. “You’re just kidding, right?”

“We wouldn’t kid you, Mrs. B. Relax, you’ll love it,” Sandy said, imagining the way Mrs. B’s soft round butt cheeks would look, glowing all pink from a paddling. Forty swats would take a nice long time to administer if he and Wes took turns. He felt his cock stirring eagerly at the thought. “We’ll take care of that first thing next time we come, won’t we Wes? That’ll give you something to look forward to, Mrs. B.”

For a moment she was speechless, her mouth hanging open, her eyes darting from Wes to Sandy and back again.

Then her gaze dropped to his hands.

“Show me your hands,” she said, “both of you.” As he and Wes extended their palms toward her and stretched their fingers wide, her eyes got even bigger. He saw her tongue flick out and go back in, and a fresh stain of pretty color suffused her face. His breath caught. She stared into Sandy’s face for a moment, then she smiled and peeled the sheet away.

And in a husky voice she said, “Why wait?”

The End

Admired

Copyright © Ashlynn Monroe

Cora slammed the file down on her desk. Should anyone look into her office, they would be shocked to see her so frazzled, but her precious management position hung by a slender thread. She felt queasy thinking about the next few hours of explanation that these numbers would require. Hot tears prickled her eyes as she fought to control her emotions, and reminded herself that she was The Ball Breaking Miss Cora Cole and she never
ever
cried. At least until today. She snuck into the ladies room, locked the door and quietly let her fear take over.