A violent storm had passed, and Max was busy cleaning up the debris in his yard. In addition to picking up all the loose branches and raking piles of leaves together, he also had a ladder to reach broken branches dangling threateningly overhead that needed to be cut loose.
Heather’s attention was drawn to his efforts by the occasional sound of the chainsaw or leaf blower, and she smiled as she looked out her kitchen window to watch him walking back and forth, hoisting large bags of debris on his shoulders and carrying them to the curb. She enjoyed this display of strength as it was honest work he was doing, not lifting weights in a gym to show off.
His sweat-soaked T-shirt spoke to the level of exercise he was getting, and she felt a familiar warmth growing between her legs with the memory of the time she’d had him still sweaty from his yard work. Her hand unconsciously slipped between her legs, and she decided it was time for another surprise visit. She continued watching, getting hornier by the minute.
“Oh God!” she moaned to herself when she saw him take his shirt off to reveal his shiny, sweaty torso as he took a long drink from his water bottle. She opened the waist of her jeans, pulled them down to her thighs, and slipped her hand into her panties, surprised at how wet she was already.
He was trimming the smaller branches off a large branch he’d just liberated from high in a tree while her fingers rubbed her wet cunt feverishly. He lifted the large trunk of that limb onto his shoulders when she plunged her fingers into her soggy slot, fucking herself with joyful abandon. She came with a shriek as he walked past her window again with the heavy load.
“Oh yes! Max needs another surprise visit!” she said aloud before walking away to take a shower. Her mind devised a plan as the hot water cascaded off her sweaty body.
It was late afternoon when Max looked at the alert on his phone, suddenly remembering his meeting with an old colleague in town on business. He was to meet him in Tampa an hour later for drinks, followed by dinner. He didn’t have time to clean up his tools and ran into the house to shower, thinking he would likely be late. He’d done it many times when he was still working, rushing through a shower, dressing, and running off to a meeting, but he was out of practice as very little in his life now required that kind of hurry.
Heather had a simple plan to reenact the time he’d found her in his bed when he came in from his outdoor work. She’d call Jason first to get that out of the way and then slip in the back door she had the combo for and wait in his bed for him to finish his work.
“Hi, baby!” she said when Jason answered the phone.
“Oh. Heather. Hi,” he said in the same disinterested voice she’d been hearing a lot lately. “How are you?” he asked without any sincerity.
“I’m good!” she said, knowing Max was the reason for her good mood. She used to look forward to the daily calls.
“Good. That’s good,” he said, clearly distracted by something.
“Jason, can you come here a minute?” she heard a female voice say in the background.
“Who’s that?” she asked, trying not to sound suspicious.
“Oh, just a member of the team,” he replied. “I’ll be there in a minute!” he called out to the phantom voice. “Listen, I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow?” he said dismissively.
“Sure. Goodnight, baby!” she said hearing that same female voice closer to the phone express surprise that he was on a phone call.
She hung up with her mood deflated. Their calls were becoming more and more like that, where she felt like she was interrupting something. It reminded her that her daily call used to be later when he was back in his hotel room, but she’d moved it up once because of a rendezvous with Max. While it was clear he didn’t appreciate it that first time, he’d apparently liked that timing better, suggesting they change all the calls to the late afternoon timeframe. He’d even gotten angry with her once when she’d called at the old time due to a conflict that didn’t involve Max.
Looking out the kitchen window, she saw Max’s tools still strewn about, and her mood brightened. While they weren’t ‘in love,’ he certainly made her feel loved in a way Jason rarely did anymore. She slipped her robe over the same dark pink PJs she’d worn last time. She would have gone naked, but she knew how much Max enjoyed unwrapping the present of her body.
She hadn’t seen him walk by in a while and worried she might run into him if she wasn’t careful. Going through her gate, she looked toward the front of his house and decided to make a run for it. She couldn’t exactly run in the sandals she wore, but she was at the back door without being discovered. She punched in the combo, saying ‘Shhh’ to the motor that pulled the deadbolt back, afraid he’d hear it. She stuck her head in and listened for any sound indicating he was inside, using the bathroom, or getting a drink. She didn’t hear anything, so she headed for the bedroom.
She liked that his bed was always made nicely, agreeing with his premise that it made it more inviting regardless of what one was getting in bed for. She removed her robe and sandals in the bathroom, pulled the covers back, and climbed in, ensuring a couple of strategic buttons on her top were open. Max didn’t want to see her naked breasts right away, but he loved to see them peeking out from hiding.
Max checked the clock on the dashboard calculating when he’d get home. It was about a twenty-minute drive without traffic at night, and he figured he’d be home before ten. The night had been fun, sharing memories of their working together, and while the recollections were of fun times, it still left him very happy that he’d been able to retire as early as he did, even though it was the sudden death of his beloved wife that made that financially possible.
Traffic was light, but an accident after he’d gotten off the interstate delayed him another ten minutes or so. Despite the enjoyable evening, he was relieved to be finally home. Walking into a dark house, he turned lights on as he went, first in the kitchen, where he took a sip of iced tea to wet his dry mouth and then down the hall to his bedroom. He’d watch a little TV in bed and probably fall asleep, the muscles from hard outdoor work still tired. He flipped the light on, walked into the bathroom, and jumped when he heard an unexpected voice.
“Max?” a familiar female voice questioned.
“Heather!? What are you doing here?” he asked, though if he’d thought about it for even a second, he’d have the answer to his question.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily as he sat on the bed beside her, brushing her beautiful blonde hair from her face.
“It’s after ten. How long have you been waiting?”
“I came over a little after five. I thought you were still working in the yard.”
“I’m sorry! I had an appointment with an old friend,” he explained.
“Yeah, I figured. After an hour, when you didn’t come in, and I didn’t see you anywhere, I looked in the garage and saw your car gone. You never go out at night,” she reasoned, “so I assumed you’d be back soon and came back here to wait. I guess I fell asleep.”
“I’m sorry!” he repeated, and she smiled at him, knowing it was just like him to take responsibility, something Jason would never do. “If I’d known you were coming over …”
“If you’d known, it wouldn’t have been a surprise. Surprise!” she finished in a happy, upbeat voice.
“Can you stay?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes. All night if you want me to,” she said softly and moaned aloud when he put his arms around her and pulled her to his chest as an answer.
“I’d like that!” he said before passionately kissing her pretty petite lips.
She started unbuttoning his shirt, slipping a hand inside to stroke his chest, remembering the pumped-up and sweaty look from this afternoon. She reached for another kiss, gentle and loving, while her hand moved around his waist, pulling them together.
His hand on her cheek brushed her disheveled hair back while the other hand, on the back of her neck, pulled her mouth in for a lip-mashing kiss. He closed his eyes as he felt her mouth giving all she had; his fingers threaded into her hair kept her close.
It was more than just sexual desire he felt in her lips and body. Each time with her felt like they were getting closer, admitting to himself that she was getting under his skin. But while she felt closer, she also felt more distant as what he really wanted always seemed further away.
Between kisses, she had pushed his shirt over his shoulders, letting it drop on the floor, and seeing his chest, suddenly wanted to feel her tits pressed hard against it. Her glance down at her tits, exposed through her partially open top, was a signal he understood. He didn’t bother with the other two buttons, pulling it up and over her head and laying atop her. They both sighed with the exquisite touch of their chests as another kiss amplified that wonderful feeling.
“I’m sorry, Max,” she said when their lips parted, feeling she should apologize for her intrusion.
“Don’t be,” he replied simply. “I love surprises like this!”
“Do you want to … to spank me?” she asked.
“No. I don’t want to! I just want to lov … make love to you!” he said, catching himself.
Sighing as the remaining bedsheets concealing her luscious body were pulled away, she closed her eyes when his mouth fell on her tits, suckling one while caressing the other. She’d had men who made her feel beautiful and sexy, including Jason, but Max made her feel special, like there was no one else like her. She ran her hand through his hair just to touch him in another way as he made love to her breasts.
Had he known what she was thinking, he’d agree; she was special. Aside from her physical attributes, she had a playful, almost childlike quality he loved; like everything he did for her, she was experiencing for the first time. Every touch or gesture was worthy of appreciation, making him feel like only he could do this for her.
Sitting up, his hands slid down her sides, pulling her up when they reached her waist to straighten her body and slide her loose PJ shorts down and off. She bit her lip and smiled when his face revealed his joy at seeing the smooth, glistening lips of her pretty pussy.
“Eat me, Max? Please?” she pled as she lifted and spread her knees, those lips parting enough to see the inner folds peeking out.
Feeling confined by his slacks, he stood to remove them and his boxers, enjoying the smile on her face when his cock sprang free from its confines. Kneeling first, his hands caressed her silky smooth thighs but left the prize between them for his tongue to claim.
“Oh yeah!” she sighed as the tip of his tongue traversed the verdant valley between moist lips with a light touch.
Her hips rocked ever so slightly, reacting to the awakening of her fragrant flower. She could see his nostrils flare as he licked, breathing in her intoxicating scent. His hands wrapped around her thighs, allowing his fingers to pull the petals apart, exposing the delicate pink folds inside to his teasing tongue.
Their combined movements became more generous as that fabulous feeling of impending rapture built, slowly at first but accelerating quickly. Giving his tongue a short rest, his middle fingers slipped inside and curled up to circle that special spot while his other hand brushed fingertips lightly over her tummy and mons. Squirming in every direction, her body responded involuntarily to his not-so-tender touch.
“Oh God, Max!” she cried, signaling her ascent to the coming climax was near its end.
Pulling his fingers out, his hands pushed her thighs flatter as he buried his tongue in her slit once more. Enveloping her pussy in his mouth, his tongue was everywhere, but when it settled on her clit, she gasped once and came. He sat up, watching her quivering body respond to the implosion as honey dripped from her pussy.
She opened her eyes, and with that sweet smile he loved, she reached for him, wanting to feel his body on hers. He knelt between her legs, holding his patiently waiting cock in hand with a questioning look on his face, and she nodded slightly.
He watched her eyes go wide as his cock slid slowly into her velvety sheath. Out and back in just as slowly had them both sighing with the incredible closeness. Lowering his body onto hers, he rested on his elbows, kissing her dainty lips as his hips rose and fell with short, gentle pushes.
“Mmm, I love the way you feel wrapped around me!” he said to a face that changed from moment to moment, reacting to his words, his kisses, and his gentle insertions.
“Oh, Max! This is making love, not fucking, isn’t it?” she asked, needing to hear him confirm it but revealing more than she’d intended.
“Yes. It is, Heather!” he replied, increasing his stroke in response.
Their hips worked together with a gentle rhythm, her hips rising just as he hit bottom as though pushing him out, then falling as if to say, ‘Come back in!’ Hips rose higher, and their pace quickened as they rode the wave together while deeper gasping breaths proclaimed their progress.
“I’m gonna cum again, Max! Cum with me,” she cried as the pitch of her voice rose with their efforts.
Their hips slapped together as slow and gentle became fast and furious. Short staccato breaths and grunts foreshadowed their cumming, and they cried out together when the dam broke. Only a few seconds passed with labored breathing before Max rolled them to their sides, his arms tightly around her and his lips pecking at hers.
“Ohhh!” he sighed as her eyes opened, the sweet smile forming slowly, and for just a moment, he imagined that only he could bring that smile to her face.
“Mmm, that was … so good!” she said, at a loss for words. “Again? Please?”
“Oh yeah!” he said without hesitation despite his fatigue, but even if it took more than every ounce of energy he had left, he wouldn’t deny her.
Her smile turned sensuous as she pushed him down on his back and, getting up, walked on her knees between his legs. Her hands went to his sticky, drooping cock, but it didn’t take long to feel a response. He still had a ways to go, but her mouth would hurry that along as she tasted her pussy on his growing shaft, making lewd slurping sounds as she licked.
That same sexy smile returned as she sat back, stroking his more-than-ready cock with one hand while the other gently fondled and squeezed his sac.
“Ready?” she asked rhetorically as she moved to straddle his body, and his legs came together.
Her short legs made it necessary to bend forward to guide his length into her pussy, dripping both his and hers onto his abdomen before he entered, and she slid back to encase him once again in her slippery smooth pussy.
“Ohhhmmm,” they both sighed as she reached the end of his rope. Supporting herself on her hands at his sides, she bent down to kiss him gently at first, but as her rocking strokes increased, so too did the passion of her kiss, their tongues very much in play. Her deliciously dangling tits attracted attention from his hands, kneading them roughly in his strong fingers.
“Oh God!” she cried as he managed to get his mouth on one of the orbs, limiting her movement briefly to avoid pulling it out of his mouth.
Her breathing quickened as a climax approached, and returning to riding him brought it to a head. Vague words of lust and panting gasps were all she could manage as bursts of lightning lit up every nerve ending, responding to the shuddering thunderclaps in her cunt.
Unable to continue to Max’s climax, they rolled over, bringing him on top, his thrusts restarting their quest for a summit they could reach together. Max joined the chorus of grunts and gasps as the climb continued, his lunges longer and somehow deeper.
“Oh, Heather! I … I … I,” he stammered, his heart wanting to finish the sentence but his brain not permitting it.
“Cum for me, Max!” she cried as short stabbing thrusts granted her wish. “Oh God!” she screamed only seconds later as she came as well, the incredible high a result of one orgasm bleeding into the next.
They hugged each other tighter than ever, wishing what they felt couldn’t be voiced. Feeling the energy slowly drain from each other’s bodies, their eyes opened together as they lay facing each other where they’d landed. Afraid of what they might say, they remained silent, their eyes speaking volumes.
He rolled onto his back, with Heather lying against his side and her head on his chest. She could hear his heart slow further as she thought about her earlier offer to stay the night, having second thoughts. Not that she didn’t want to. The side of her mind that was still wavering told her that waking up in his arms would be like another first time, but the practical side argued that it would only make it harder to leave, which, eventually, she would have to do.
“I should go,” she said after lying together for almost half an hour. She hoped the word ‘should’ would let him know she didn’t want to, but felt she had no choice.
“Do you have to?” he asked in a tone that already accepted that eventuality.
“Oh Max, I’d love to stay, but I … I can’t,” she finished as she broke free of his encircling arms and stood to gather her PJs, sandals, and robe.
Max stayed in bed with a glimmer of hope that she’d change her mind as long as he remained in place. His hopes were dashed when she stood at the side of the bed, saying ‘Good night,’ he got up and grabbed a robe from the bathroom, coming out to find her open arms beckoning him for one last hug. His arms around her shoulders and hers around his waist lasted longer than anticipated, but again, she pulled away.
He walked her to the door and then to the gate, where he pulled her in for another kiss, loving and gentle. She hoped he didn’t see the tear running down her cheek as she pulled away, reaching for the gate’s latch. She walked through without looking back, and after hearing her gate and then her kitchen door open and close, he went back inside feeling sadder than he had in recent memory.
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