MILF: The Naughty Neighbor (2 page)

Chapter 3

             
Leanna felt like a woman out of the movies in a sexy, short dress, heels and checking into a hotel under a fake name. Well, somewhat of a fake name. All of her cards said Leanna Casandra Thomlinson, but she convinced the clerk checking her in to call her Cassie. Cassie sounded so much sexier than Leanna made a casual glance around the historic lobby with traditional southwest décor and enormous glass chandeliers hanging above her head on delicate chains. It was something straight out of a low budget James Bond movie, but Leanna was giddy. She was forty and always played by the rules. Leanna followed the formula, but it did not work the way society promised her. She went to college, got a four-year degree, and married her college boyfriend. Then they got a mortgage in the whitest community in Connecticut and had a beautiful, healthy son. However, the mortgage was often being paid late because the dual income home was now single income and the husband now the ex-husband and the beautiful baby boy was now a handsome absent-minded man and the college girl was now single and forty and hornier than she had ever felt in her life.

              “Room 309, Cassie. Thank you for choosing the West End Estates. Have a wonderful stay,” said Mark the hotel clerk

              Leanna aka Cassie smiled and nodded, taking the electronic key and headed to the room. Leanna had no bag, just a purse full of condoms and a family sized bottle of lube. Kent was still not in the lobby, but Leanna was not ready to give up just yet. It was still early. She had fifteen minutes. The elevator rose in silence, not even the courtesy smooth elevator jazz.

              When she got the room she dropped her purse on the floor, and started pacing. Kent promised not to let her down. Leanna froze. There was a rap at the door.

              Leanna took a deep breath and walked over to the door. Kent was standing with his hands on the pocket of slacks and the white buttoned-down shirt he was wearing looked crisp white against his tanned skin.

              “Hey—”

              Before Leanna could finish her sentence Kent’s lips were on hers. He was kissing her hard and fast. He slammed the door, lifting Leanna off her feet and charging towards to the bed with a boyish smile on his face.

              “I hope you didn’t start without me,” Kent said, kissing Leanna’s nose and forehead.

              “You had thirty seconds before I pulled out my little black book,” Leanna said, teasing.

              “Oh, really?”

              Leanna mewled as Kent’s hands trailed from her ankles to her calves and then her thighs. He stroked her pussy outside of her panties and then in one swift motion the panties was around her ankles and pooling on the floor.              “Kiss me. Don’t stop no matter what you feel between your legs.”

              Leanna nodded, leaning in to kiss him. It was so hard to focus with every nerve of her body jolting to life. Her toes were curling in her stilettos. Her pussy was soaking. She was trying so hard to kiss him back, but all she wanted was him inside of her.

              “You like my fingers inside you?” Kent whispered in her ears.

              He slipped two fingers deep inside of her, biting her breasts and stroking faster.

              “Yes,” Leanna said, arching her back.

              He pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. He spread her legs, kissing her thighs.

              “Relax, baby. This is me apologizing,” Kent said, looking up at her with a wicked grin.

              “I’m listening. I’d rather listen with your shirt off. You’re so sexy bareback.”             

              “You’re wish is my command.”

              He pulled off his shirt, tousling his hair. Leanna’s drank in the sight of him. He licked her thighs, her pussy, pulling the dress higher and higher as her went.

              “I always imagined what you looked like naked,” Kent said, pulling the dress over her head.

              He looked her up and down, hungrily, and unclasped the bra, throwing it with the dress.

              “Well, now you see me,” Leanna said, pulling him on top on her.

              “Yes, I see you. You’re gorgeous,” Kent said.

              Leanna spread her legs, taking all of him. He was as thick as he was long and Leanna shifted her curvy body, taking him in deeper. He grinded into her slow and deep. Leanna closed her eyes as he took her nipples in his mouth, sucking harder as his dick pounded into her. He lifted her legs onto his broad shoulders, pulled her to the edge of the bed and fucking her hard. It was acute and hard and sexy. Leanna groaned and yelled as the mild-mannered Kent Johnson, spread her wide, flipped her over and spanked her as his dick sank into her throbbing pussy. The orgasms were so close together she was getting weak with exhaustion.

              “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” Kent said, gripping Leanna’s waist and grinding into her faster from behind.

              Kent’s fingers dug into her ass as he exhaled loudly, coming inside of her. They collapsed beside each other, and, to Leanna surprise, Kent pulled her close into a cuddle.

              “I want to do that again,” Kent whispered in Leanna’s neck.

              Leanna giggled, turning to face him. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, but would be more than willing to go another round.

              “I do too. That was fun.”

              Kent bit his lip, tracing the curve of her hips, her waist and her breasts.

              “Have you always been this sexy?”

              Leanna shrugged.

              “I’m such an idiot,” Kent said, kissing her lips and stroking her pussy.

              Leanna did not expect him to be ready so fast, and she wanted to talk.

              “Easy, tiger, you’re going to make walk like a penguin if I don’t get a break.”

              “Yea, I guess I need a few seconds. And I guess we should talk.”

              Leanna stiffened not sure what he would say. He pulled the covered over them, closing the gap Leanna had created. He stroked her back, cupping her ass in a way that felt sexy and intimate.

              “I want to be with you, Leanna.”

              Leanna looked up, not expecting that.

              “Really?”

              “Yea. I’ve known for a while. Jen has a lover, you know?”

              Leanna did know, but she didn’t want to saw so.

              “What were you thinking?”

              “I’m going to tell, Jen. I think she knows too it’s over, but if I don’t pull  the trigger we’ll both die in a miserable marriage. She’s old fashioned that way.”

              Leanna snickered, slapping his chest playfully.

              “Well, where does that leave us?” Leanna asked, hoping she didn’t come across too needy.

              “Together. In fact, turn around. I want to be together right now. Deeply together,” Kent said, squeezing Leanna’s ass.

              “I have lube,” Leanna said in a low voice.

              “Oh yea?”

              Leanna jumped up, knowing she would need it just to be able to walk out of the hotel suite. He back already felt deliciously sore. After fishing through her purse, Leanna tossed the warming personal lubricant to Kent. He caught it and squeezed a generous amount on his cock. It was already hard again.

              “You have a nice ass,
Cassie
.”

              “You too, Kenneth.”

              He laughed, still stroking himself.

              “Where you want to put it?” Cassie asked, walking towards him.

              “Well, I was going to put in it my mouth, but I think you have another hole in mind.”             

              Kent raised an eyebrow at her and looked down at his slick dick.

              “Well, that lube is chocolate flavored and I do like chocolate,” Leanna said, kneeling in front of Kent. Kent held his dick out and Leanna licked it from shaft to tip. It was salty and sweet. She sucked it, stroking the shaft. Kent moaned, holding her head. She sucked faster, circling the tip with her tongue.

              “Wait, I don’t want to come yet,” Kent said, pulling her to her feet.

              He rubbed her ass and then jutted his chin to the bed. Leanna climbed on the bed on all fours. She could hear the slippery liquid getting rubbed on Kent. She took a deep breath, bracing her self. The carnal feeling of raw pleasure was instant. She felt every inch of him, entering her.

              “You okay, baby?” Kent asked, rubbing her ass.

              “Yes. It’s good, baby.”

              She was telling the truth. It was somehow shooting pleasure to her pussy and the faster he moved the hornier she felt. She was shaking with every stroke. This was the first time she felt chills coursing through her body at such a slow pace. He moved faster and then sent a wave of shock through her body as his hand came crashing down on her ass. He liked slapping her ass and it only made her feel sexier. She was not a middle-aged divorced woman with him. She was hot and fucking. It was amazing. She was sure she never had this much fun having sex in her twenties. In fact, she felt sure he had not either.

              “God, it’s so good, Lee. You’re so tight,” Kent said, kissing her back and neck.

              “I’m gonna come, Kent,” Leanna said in a garbled cry.

              She came card and so did Kent. Her back was tense with what felt like being high and having a spasm at the same time. It was a shock to her senses and she collapsed.

              “Oh my God,” Leanna said, collapsing on the bed.

              “What you said,” Kent said, lying besides her.

              “We’re so sweaty,” Leanna said, combing her sticky hair back.

              “Shower?”

              Leanna nodded, forcing herself up. Her body felt heavy though she felt lightheaded. He interlocked his finger with hers and walked her to the massive glass shower. The hot, steamy water cascaded down both of their bodies. Leanna leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the water saturate her long brown hair. When she opened her eyes, Kent was looking down at her with warm, green eyes.

              “You’re so beautiful, Leanna,” Kent said, touching her cheek.

              Leanna held his hand to her face for a beat and then kissed it. Even in the shower, she could see the stress melting off his body. He seemed relaxed and the dullness was gone from his eyes. It was not just about the sex. It was about both of them feeling a human connection. Kent kissed her forehead and a smile burst on Leanna’s face. Kent grabbed a small, white towel and added some shower gel.

              “Turn around,” Kent said, kissing Leanna’s shoulders.

              Leanna obeyed, feeling the the warm towel move left and right across her shoulders then up and down her spine. Kent pulled her closer until her backside was flushed against her body. His chin rested on her neck, kissing her ear and jaw.

              “What do we do when the shower goes off?” Leanna asked.

              “We do this properly. Jen won’t want the house; she hates the suburbs. S0—”

              “So, obviously, we build a moot and hire a troll to guard it. I’ll get right on it,” Leanna said, giggling.

              Kent smiled into her neck and then laughed loudly.

              “No, silly. Since you seem to like my house so much, I was thinking of you making your favorite spot on the sofa permanent.”

              Leanna whipped around, narrowing her eyes at Kent.

              “Kent, don’t do that, don’t give me the other-woman speech. I don’t want you to lead me on, making promises you can’t keep. I care about you, but if this is just a one-off, I get it.”

              “It’s not. I’ve never felt more alive. I—this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about you this way. I wanted it to happen differently, but sometimes life works out differently. I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

              Leanna turned around, cupping Kent’s square jaw in her hands. She knew better than to get her hopes up, even if Kent was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

              The next week, she and Kent barely spoke. It was not because he didn’t try to reach out to her, but more because Leanna needed to get away. She went to her sister’s in Georgia, taking in the sun and clearing her head. She knew if she was just next door, she would drive herself crazy, peaking through the window. Kent called, but she always said she was too busy to talk or lied and said the reception was bad. Driving back in the neighborhood after a week of essentially hiding, made the biggest pit swell in her stomach.

              “No way,” Leanna whispered to herself as she parked in her drive.

              Leanna climbed out of her sedan and stared at a giant moving truck in front of Kent’s house. Jen was in shorts and a t-shirt, hauling suitcases out the door when she saw Leanna. Leanna froze as Jennifer walked over to her. Jen’s face was impassive.