Wicked Pen Chronicles: Release (2 page)

I really didn’t want to know. But I was enjoying in company. I was coming home to an empty bed and here was this man in my house. Pouring me wine. It doesn’t matter what he was talking about. I liked his voice and more importantly it gave me a reason to look at his face and into his dark eyes; I was drowning into them.

“”Uni is good, teachers are okay I guess, too many lectures and so much work but all in all it’s good.”

He was still talking. I was listening to the word here and there. Nodding, smiling, wanting him to continue. Wanting him to stay around. Without realizing, I was walking back to the living area. He was following as he was talking. Notebook was still on. But his attention was all on me. He was so excited telling his stories. His free hand waving while sipping wine with his other hand. I went and sat on the sofa. Not on the front sofa where he was sitting but on the side one. I was attracted to him. I wanted him. I wanted him to hold me. I didn’t want him to leave. But nothing could happen here tonight. Kids were in another room asleep. And he was, he was the son from next door. I couldn’t fuck him. He was no longer a kid. He was a man in his early 20s, he looked far more mature though. Handsome. And that body; I needed him to hug me again. Maybe when he was leaving. He put his glass on the table.

“Let me get the bottle,” Tommy said.

So we were drinking the whole bottle? That was fine by me. I wanted him to stay. He was back with the bottle. He put it on the middle table and then he sat on the same sofa as I was. Not just on the same sofa. Sitting right next to me. Sitting almost on my side. We were squished together sitting so close. His arms were touching my arms. The hot flesh. He was still talking. He turned around. Sitting in the same place. So close to me. But he turned around so he could to talk to me while looking at him. I turned my face, I almost had to lean back a bit. We were so close. I could feel his breath on me.

I was trying to focus on what Tommy was saying but then I felt his hands on my legs. His hands on my naked legs. How was I naked. I was so confused. Were my pajamas off? I looked down and then I realized. I was still in my dress. I was wearing this short red dress. I normally had to pull this dress down as I sat down. But I had forgotten that I was still wearing it. So when I came onto the sofa, I just sat down. I never realised that my dress has hiked up. You could almost see my underwear. My black lacy underwear. But he wouldn’t have almost seen my underwear. He would have seen the whole lot as he was standing up approaching the sofa. And my legs were open. Not the usual lady like clasped knees when you wore these skirts. And I was soaking. I had been feeling wet for a while. I didn’t want to be a cougar, dammit. I just wanted to enjoy his company.

Tommy’s
fingers were moving. There were creeping up. Slowly heading towards my legs. His face was leaning forward. His other arm was around me. How and when did he do that? I could feel his warm breath on my face as he talked. I needed to stop him. I had to. But the sensations all over my body, where his fingers touched, his hands touched, inside my stomach, his breath on my face were making it so hard. I had to do what was right and stop. I woke myself up from the trance that I was in. Leaned back and tried to pull my skirt down with my other hand. But then Tommy spoke.

“I have been so looking forward to see you. I always did like seeing you. You were the most beautiful woman that I had seen back then and you still are. I felt so awful when I heard about what had happened and I wanted to come and hug you, hold you and take all of your pain away. But I couldn’t get away and ever since I came back I tried so hard to come and see you but every time I came over you were out. So tonight when Lucy asked for a favour I jumped at the opportunity to come and see you,” he was rambling.

His hands were getting closer and closer to my wetness. I was trying to pull my underwear down. Trying to pull away but he was strong. He was squeezing me against him.

“Every girl that I meet or go out with is benchmarked against and they never stack up,” he whispered.

And then his hands were on my underwear. There were electric shocks going through my body. And then he was rubbing me. I jolted and orgasmed on the spot and that jolt gave me my freedom. I stood up and in the process spilled his wine all over his t-shirt and pants. I walked away.

“I am so sorry, but we can’t. This is my fault. I forgot what I was wearing and what I was doing. I was just so happy to see you that I forgot where I was and how I was acting,” Now it was my turn to ramble.

He didn’t know what had happened. One minute he was rubbing me and now he was soaked in wine.

“Oh I am so sorry,” I said as I looked at his now soaking t-shirt. “Let me help you.”

I ran to the kitchen, grabbed tea towels and ran back. He was still sitting there. Not saying anything. Was he upset or was he embarrassed. I felt horrible. This was my fault. I was acting so slutty in front of him and now I was calling it off. No wonder men always complain about not understanding woman. And before I could think about it, I was taking off his t-shirt. As I was half way through the motion I remember thinking that what I was doing was not appropriate. But I had two kids. They always made a mess. Always got their clothes dirty. The best way to clean was to get them out of their dirty clothes. So I did what instinctively my muscles were trained to do. T-shirt was off and I was now wiping away the wine over his body. And what a body it was. Hard firm nipples and clearly a 6-pack. I started to wipe away. I wanted to touch him, touch his skin and I felt the occasional shock as part of finger touched his body as the tea towel moved around. I was leaning down now and my other hand naturally went on the ground to support myself as continued to wipe him. He was probably clean but I couldn’t stop wiping him.

My hands rested on his leg. He had a thick bag in his pockets as I hands rested on it and then squeezed. His body shuddered as I squeezed on it. And then I realized that it was not a bag, it was his cock. I looked down. My hands stop wiping him. My eyes looked down. His cock was big and wide. It was pulsating under my hands. I could feel it through my jeans. My brain was all fuzzy. I couldn’t see. My hands were rubbing it trying to hold it and grab it out of his pants and then I was awake. I walked back. My hands went up to my face. I was shaking my head. I would have loved to see what my face looked like in that moment. I was slowly saying. “No, No, No. No” and then I stumbled. I was falling, I was going to fall flat on my head and my muscles my legs were not doing anything to stop. I was frozen. Falling in slow motion. Might as well, I thought. I needed a big knock to my head to put a stop to this craziness.

Tommy was up like a flash. He went after me like a bullet. His hands reaching out for me. He grabbed my hands. Stalled my fall and then he was pulling. I was in his control. I had no will of my own. And then I was falling forward onto him. I tried to stop. Tried to slow myself. But my muscles betrayed me. Rather than pulling back my body pushed forward. Eagerly looking to feel that body again. My body pushed forward and this time he stumbled. Soon we were both falling. Him underneath me, falling onto the sofa. And then I was on top of him. My hands touching his body. Hard and firm body. In all the commotion my skirt had lifted up even more. I could feel wet underwear against his stomach. I could feel my stomach against his skin. He was fully naked from the top and I was almost naked from the bottom. My underwear was the only saving grace. Surely he could feel how wet he was. He was rubbing me earlier and now my skin against his. I looked up. My face was almost top of his face. I was a bit higher. My lips were next to his eyes and my eyes next to his hair. He was talking. I couldn’t see his lips moved. But I could hear him.

“We both want this. I know you want it. We are both adults. I am a man now. I want this. I always have wanted you. I know how to please you. Please give me a chance. I am not the inexperienced boy who doesn’t know anything.”

I gave up. I kissed his eyes. His hands moved in response. They were on my back. Lifting up my skirt even more. Moving into my underwear. Caressing my behind. He pushed me down. His lips were onto my lips now. He was very gentle but my lips were on fire. He still burned. My whole body burned. He was gently playing with my lips using his lips. He was stroking his tongue on my lips. While all the while his hands continued to caress me. Sometimes they were in my underwear. Sometimes they were on my back. But he kept on moving them. Always with an intent but always very slowly. His touch was always gentle rather than firm. It burned me even more. I could feel the marks he was leaving on my body even though he was so gently. He kept kissing me. I finally opened my mouth. He was waiting for the invitation and then he was inside. But there was no randomness to it. It was as though he knew where and how to put his tongue in my mouth.

We had to move. I thought. We were still in the living area. We needed to get away from the sofa before it got more interesting. I slowly pulled back. He didn’t want me to go. He pulled me towards him but as I tried again he let me know. Disappointingly, grudgingly but he complied. I had found my gentleman.

I stood up and looked at him, my skirt slid down my body again. I loved the way it felt. He was looking at me. Admiring. There was hope in his eyes. He was looking to see what I do next.

“You need to leave this room” I stumbled. The look of disappointment in his eyes was openly visible. I was not having a good time communicating tonight. I spent the first part of our meeting coming onto him without realizing and now that I was ready for him I said “You” rather than “We”.

“Sorry, I meant WE need to leave this room”. I corrected myself very quickly. “Kids”.

Tommy understood and stood up like a flash.

“My bedroom”. I pointed to the corridor leaving to my bedroom.

The master bedroom was an extension to the house. It was towards the back but also my sanctuary. A long corridor led to my room with laundry and linen cupboards along the way. The kid’s rooms were in the front and when we moved in I was always worried, as I could never hear the kids even when they were in the living room. These days it was totally different. I could be in my sanctuary and catch up on a book while kids raising a storm around the house. Tonight, it was going to have other benefits.

I walked towards him, held his hand and start leading the way. As he stood up, I noted the dropped wine on his pants and also on the floor. This might leave a stain I thought.

“I’ll see you in 5 minutes,” I said, and then added to avoid any confusion “Just needed to clean up.”

“Here let me help,” Tommy was speaking. “I thought when you meant clean up you meant something else and then I realized that you were referring to the mess here.”

He had taken the Windex from my hands and was spraying the floor and then he was on all fours wiping away. Now let me tell you that there is something about a man on the ground cleaning up. Especially when he has a body like Tommy. And especially as he bent down, his jeans crept and I could see the top of his CK white underwear.

I started to laugh.

“What?” he looked back, still cleaning.

“All we are missing is the porn music,” I blurted out.

He had a bewildered look in his eyes.

“A house wife comes home. Sees the babysitter cleaning on the floor, half naked. She then takes him in to his room and starts fucking him.” I said and then attempted to play the porn music from the 70s. Rather miserable, I must add.

“Oh my, I never thought you were someone who would watch a porn movie. But more importantly is that what you think we are going to do in your bedroom? I thought we were just going to talk,” Tommy said with a wicked grin as he finished cleaning up.

“Oh yes. I didn’t mean it like that. Just a joke,” I was embarrassed. Did I read this all wrong?

He headed towards me and kissed me gently on my neck. “But we can do that too if you want,” He slowly added. “So what do you think?”

Soon we were in the bedroom. He was still holding Windex in his hands. I almost laughed out loud. But I wanted him now. I needed him. Time for jokes and talking was gone. I kissed him this time. Urgently and firmly. He was kissing me back. Our mouths opened up. At the same time. And then our tongues were engaged. His hands were behind me. Slowly caressing me. I loved the way his hands felt on me. Against my dress. But I wanted his hands against my skin now. I stepped back. And was about to lift up my dress when he stopped me.

“You do me and I will do yours” He was then lifting my dress and I was undoing his belt buckle.  My dress was off and I sat on my knees to undo his belt, his buttons. Slowly sliding down the pants, his underwear and then revealing that hardness underneath. He was clean down there. Not a hair in sight. And his cock was in full view now. I realized that I wasn’t breathing. It was big, I felt how big it was before but seeing in front of me was different. His was long and wide. Without any further thought and consideration, I was licking his cock. First it was the tip where my tongue touched and then it started moving around the base. Up and down. Tommy was standing and moaning. His hands were resting on my head. Gently storking my hair as I licked him and then it was in me. I had it engulfed him in my mouth. He tasted so good. He felt so good inside me. When was the last time I had a cock in my mouth? I didn’t even remember. I didn’t care. What mattered was the here and the now.