"The lady_s naughty urge" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCoy Janet)

CHAPTER TWO

At last Joan knew she could put off entering the house no longer.

She waited until the youngsters had rearranged their clothing and the girl had resumed her task of dusting the furniture. She recovered her duster from the same little heap that included her panties. The boy took a screwdriver to the kitchen door.

Joan nervously smoothed her dark hair that she had tied into a modest knot at the back of her head. She retrieved her purse and her suitcase from the bottom of the porch steps and entered the house.

As soon as the door slammed, the young people abandoned what they were doing and came to greet her.

"Mrs. Carter?" the girl asked. "Mr. Firth told us you wouldn't be here until the three o'clock ferry."

"I was luckier with connections than I thought I'd be. I hope it doesn't disturb you, my arriving early. I really appreciate all you're doing to help get the place ready. All I've got right now is a suitcase, so I won't really be able to settle in until the truck brings the rest of my belongings later on."

The boy laughed and grinned an awkward friendly grin at her. Joan was surprised at how young he looked on his feet. She could scarcely believe this was the same boy who had been wielding his cock so lustily just a few minutes before.

"You don't have to thank us for anything, Mrs. Carter. Mr. Firth is paying us. Not a living wage, exactly. But something to get us to the movies on Saturday night."

"You mean there's a movie house here? When I heard there were no private cars allowed on the island, I thought this would be a perfect place to get away from it all… including movies."

The boy looked serious, as though he felt personally responsible for having failed her. "Well, it's only one movie a week. That's not too bad… is it?"

Joan laughed. She had felt embarrassed with the kids at first. She feared they might guess, just from looking at her, what she had been doing before she came in. Now they seemed so much like regular nice young kids, she felt perfectly at ease. "Are you kids hungry?" she asked. "I brought some bagels and cream cheese to tide me over until I get to the store. Billy want to help me in the kitchen while Ellen finishes up?"

Both Billy and Ellen very quickly accepted. They had worked up a hearty appetite in the course of their morning's employment. Billy was especially excited as he wanted to get as close to this sexy older woman as possible.

It was after four when the youngsters had finished up what they had come to do. Joan waved them good-bye from the porch and promised to let Mr. Firth, the real estate man, know if she needed them for anything else. They walked at a decent distance from one another until they had almost disappeared over the sand dune that shielded Joan's summer retreat from the rest of the island. She watched them pause and melt into each other's arms for a moment. Then, hand in hand, they disappeared from view.

Joan had been pleasantly surprised to find the refrigerator stocked with various goodies, a gift of welcome from Mr. Firth. She opened the bottle of wine took it with her to the living room couch. Lying back with her glassful of wine, Joan felt at perfect peace with the universe. She had the whole summer before her to get in touch with herself, to forget the sorrow of her marriage break-up. Upset as she had been by the split with Fred, she had forced herself to get through the school year by promising herself that this year, she would take the whole summer off and do absolutely nothing but have fun. In September, she would take a new job in a new high school and really settle into her new apartment. Nothing would be as it had been. She was starting over.

The more wine she drank, the more heady Joan's excitement grew. She was free! Freer than she had ever been in her life! She had moved out of her parents' home into that of a young husband. At last she was going to learn what it was like to live where she wanted and how she wanted. It had taken her most of the past six months to sell the house that she and Fred had chosen together. "Wheeeee!" Joan suddenly cried aloud and kicked her feet into the air, letting them fall back with a thump onto the couch. She was amazed that she could feel so reckless and child-like. She felt very pleased with herself. When she bent to refill her wine glass she was surprised to discover that she had already almost finished the bottle.

Her exuberant display of pleasure had knocked Joan's skirt back up over her belly. She did not bother to sooth it back into place. Instead, as she sipped her wine, she let her brain replay the lurid scene she had witnessed that afternoon.

She remembered how the girl Ellen had had her skirt pushed back from her belly to expose the intriguing triangle of her pussy-hair. She remembered the way the boy had slid his fingers in and out of Ellen's wet pussy… and how at last he had summoned up the courage to replace his fingers with the urgently throbbing shaft of his cock. As she relived the enticing moment when his cock-tip shoved for the first time at the girl's crack, her hands reached for her panties and pushed them all the way down onto her thighs. She felt the warm wash of air on her cunt, still matted from her afternoon's excitement. She left her panties there, reassuring herself that she could pull them back up at a moment's notice. But feeling her greedy pussy naked made her feel very daring and very aroused. She wanted to relish the teasing excitement that made her pussy throb to life. A soft sensual moan escaped from her lips.

More and more wantonly, her fingertips wandered over her smooth taut belly. The alcohol made Joan feel pleasantly aroused without letting her feel guilty for her abandoned behavior. The growing dusk made her feel safe and even more aroused. No one would come by now to interrupt her and nighttime was the time for sensuality, for lusty games far from probing eyes of daylight.

"Mmm Mrs…" she moaned again. And without her even struggling to make the conscious decision, her finger managed to find its way down to the moist slit of her cunt. It prodded her taut clitoris which grew to greater hardness under her touch. Her fingers slipped down to her craving cunt. Her juices flowed so plentifully from her pussy, it seemed almost an accident when her finger slipped right on up into the wet confines of her cunt.

"Uuuuuuhhh…" She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her fingertip wriggled deep inside her cunt. It felt good. Very, very good. She wriggled the finger some more and thought again of the lusty boy and the way his hard cock had disappeared into the girl's cunt. She pulled her finger from her pussy and shoved it recklessly deep back up inside. She did it again. And again. And again.

Her ass thrust feverishly up off the couch, the same couch where young Billy had soundly screwed the blonde-headed Ellen. Her pussy lunged up to meet her finger the way Ellen's cunt had leapt for Billy's cock. Only the finger seemed nowhere near so thick and satisfying as Billy's cock must have been.

She tried two fingers. That felt much better. Her fingerfucking tempo increased. She was so involved in her wanton play that she did not notice soft footfalls on the porch. Young Richie was wearing his moccasins and he didn't make much noise. He had been wandering around the island watching the birds and the lizards that caught his attention, trying to put off the moment when he would have to go home for dinner. In the island's little town, he had heard a pretty lady had moved into the big house by the shore. He decided to drop by to investigate on his way home.

It surprised him that there were no lights on inside, for it was getting to be dusk, and everywhere island residents were turning on lights. The more enthusiastic back-to-nature types set coal oil lamps in the windows. He decided the lady must have walked back into town, but he went up to the window to check anyway, out of boyish curiosity, and out of boredom.

Richie's boredom dropped away as quickly as his lower jaw fell prey to the tug of gravity. It was getting dark in the house, but not so dark that Richie could not make out clearly what was going on inside.

A lady with long dark hair was lying on the couch with her panties pulled down onto her legs. She had her knees bent. She had two fingers working in and out of her bare cunt.

Richie was fascinated. The boy had just turned fifteen and he was very interested in sex. He had done nothing more than hold hands with a girl, and that only for a few embarrassed moments in a dark movie theater. He wanted to learn more about girls but he felt shy and awkward. Not that he was really shy. Richie normally had no trouble talking to whomever he wanted to talk to. Not that there was anything awkward about him. He was on the freshman track team and everyone said he had the grace and speed of a gazelle. But there was something about girls – girls with big round tits and tight pants, especially – that made Richie feel shy and awkward.

He was safe from discovery, crouching outside the picture window watching the woman work her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. The growing darkness made him feel secure, but he cursed the thought that it might grow too dark for him to see before he had had his fill of watching the pretty older woman do those lewd things to herself.

He felt an insistent throb in his groin as the cries of her passion filtered outside to his alert ears. Instinctively, Richie's hand fell to caress the growing bulge in his pants. The boy was intimately familiar with the needs and response of his favorite organ. He had been playing with it daily for some time now. He felt no qualms about clutching it through his thin jeans, just to reassure himself that his building passion would not go unappeased. A new tremor shook him as a new cry, louder than the rest, exploded against his eardrum.

"Aaahhhh! Oh God! It feels so damned good!" In her drink-hazed stupor, Joan felt totally free to release the welling tide of her passion. She was alone in her new free environment. She could swear and moan and play with herself without fear of prying eyes, without the worry of having to go to school the next day and feel a little guilty in the face of all the teachers she had worked with.

She didn't even let herself feel guilty about the fact that it was the memory of the teens' abandon that was goading her to such heights of depravity. Just by closing her eyes, she could see them again. The determined way the boy shoved his gleaming hard cock up into the girl's cunt. With a touch more imagination, she could imagine the boy was Fred, her ex-husband, as a boy. She could feel his eager young cock spreading her pussy-walls wide. She could feel the incredible, undreamed-of pleasure spilling through her for the first time… and remember the moment when she realized what a wonderful life it would be that could bring such joy again and again.

It made her grim for just a moment to realize that she had not had such pleasure for a long time. Not since her marriage had started to go sour, long – too long – before she and Fred finally decided to divorce. Her regret for what she had missed in the past only made her more determined than ever to make up for her loss. Her fingers flew wildly in and out of her clinging, spasming cunt. Her thumb taunted her clitoris. She was getting up there. Just the knowledge of what was waiting for her in the wings made her feel glorious. Joan loved to cum!

She loved to feel the pleasure surge through her hot convulsing cunt! She had almost let herself forget how much she loved it!

It was getting darker and Richie was having to strain a little to make out the lurid details of what was going on inside the old house. The boy was trembling with the contagious excitement of his discovery. He had expected to exchange a few words with Ms. Carter and maybe ask her if she needed someone to run errands, anything for some spending money.

Instead, Mrs. Carter was putting on a show for him like he would not have been able to conjure up in his wildest dreams. Totally oblivious to the company lurking outside the window, the woman was stroking her fingers roughly in and out of her cunt. Her legs flailed crazily in the air, working her panties down to her ankles then tossing them aside. Free from hindrance, she spread her thighs lewdly wide. Her tongue ran moistly over her lips as she savored the deep penetration she was getting.

Richie glued his nose to the window and thought he could make out the details of her hair-fringed pink crack. He could see the soft flesh yielding under the assault of her fingertips. Then sucking the entire length of her two fingers far up into her greedy pussy-depths.

Without thinking about what he was doing, Richie pulled his cock from his jeans and began to stroke it. It was hard and throbbing with lust. It grew thicker and harder under his touch, in the midst of his excitement, Richie began to imagine what it would be like to have his cock stuffed up into that hot cunt. He had never experienced a woman's pussy, so he could only try to imagine what it would be like.

Even his imaginings seemed awfully appealing. Richie's hand worked faster, even as the woman's fingers worked more quickly in and out of her churning pussy. "Ohhhh, I'm a bad girl! Soooo bad. And I want to cum so bad!" she cried out.

It thrilled Richie to think he was hearing forbidden words. The woman thought she was all alone! She was being her most primal self! And he was getting to hear and see and savor it all! He could feel his cock-head getting more bloated as his fingers slid easily over its smooth surface.

The boy stroked his cock while the woman worked her fingers deep into her cunt. Richie was beginning to feel as if he were in a race against time and darkness. Would he be able to see how she would look when her orgasm finally hit her? Would she even have an orgasm? He had heard some women never had them!

The boy sighed in frustration. There were so many things he wanted to know. And he wanted to know them all right now! His mother had been telling him forever that he would just have to wait until he grew up. But he was beginning to wonder if he had to accept his mother's unsatisfying pronouncement. After all, by that criterion he could never have expected to get to watch a woman shoving her fingers into her cunt only one month after his fifteenth birthday! The unexpected discovery made him greedy for more knowledge, for more good luck, for the feel of hot cunt on his pulsing cock!

His thoughts were interrupted by sudden turmoil in the living room. The woman writhed even more fitfully than before, though Richie would not have thought it possible. She lunged her ass fiercely up off the couch. She held it that way, with her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. Her own words told him she was cumming. "Yesssss! Oh, God, yes! Yesssss!"

Richie could feel the moment of climax getting closer for him too. Just a few more strokes of his cock and he would feel the release and the sticky hotness in his hand.

But Richie did not get his chance to join Mrs. Carter in orgasm. A burst of headlights told him a truck had just come over the sand dune and was heading down to this very house. There was nowhere else it could be going this far out. Richie had to stuff his cock back into his pants and flee. He did not want to be caught outside the strange lady's house in his condition. His climax was going to have to wait until later!