Loading...Phillip sat on the barstool staring at the mirror. The reflection staring back appeared to be as old as Father Time instead of 31. His lifeless eyes were red and swollen with bags under them from lack of sleep. His skin was a pasty white with a three-day growth of hair on his chin. His clothes were wrinkled and if he had been able to see clearer he would have noticed small stains on his jacket. He was everything he hated and everything he hadn’t been six months before.
Lifting his drink he toasted himself, “Here’s to you, dumb fuck,” before downing what was left in the glass. Then motioning to the bartender, he ordered another double-shot of brandy in a slurred voice before looking back in the mirror. “Six months? Has it really only been six months?” he mused.
The memory of that night quickly flooded his thoughts. The winter had been soft and gentle so he and Jessica had decided to take their son, Toby, on an early Spring trip to open up their cottage. Everything had been packed and ready to go when he got ‘the call’. The project he had been working on for months was in danger of falling through at the last minute and, according to his boss, he was desperately needed at the office if there was any hope of saving it. So being the good employee he was he told Jessica that he’d join them at the cottage just as soon as he took care of the problem. Needless to say, they had a fight about him changing the plans because of his job once again. That was the last time he had ever talked to her.
Four hours and six conference calls later, everything was fixed but it was too late. Jessica and Toby were gone. He later learned that another driver had skid on some ice and crossed the meridian strip hitting their car head-on.
Picking up the glass the bartender had placed in front of him, he once again toasted himself as a tear began to run down his cheek. It was then that he felt the feather-light touch on his shoulder.
Turning, he looked into a pair of piercing blue eyes. Everything else was a blur. As if from a distance, he heard the soft tone of a woman’s voice. “Enough of that, time to get you out of here.” He vaguely remembered stumbling to his car, at which point the ‘mystery woman’ took his keys and drove him home. Surprisingly, he didn’t even need to give her any directions.
Once at the house, she put his arm over her shoulder and helped him inside. He smelled the delicate scent of her perfume for the first time and yet seemed to recognize it from somewhere in his past. Taking him directly to his bedroom, she deftly helped him out of his clothes with the exception of his boxer-briefs before pulling back the covers.
“Ok, in the bed. What you need is a good night’s sleep,” she scolded.
Drunkenly, he turned towards her and slurred, “I can fink of udder tings I’d rather do,” as he tried taking her in his arms.
She slipped from his grasp with the grace of a ballerina and whispered enticingly, “Not tonight … but if you straighten up and stop your drinking, who knows what could happen?” she said teasingly as she pushed him back against the bed causing him to lose his balance and fall.
Instantly, he struggled to get back up as his mind swirled. “His bed … no … his and Jessica’s bed. Not there … sleep anywhere but there.”
He was amazed at how easy the ‘mystery woman’ overcame his struggling and slid him into the bed. Covering him up, she softly said, “Don’t worry. Just get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here if you need me,” before placing a light kiss on his cheek.
The alcohol instantly overrode his desires to get out of the bed and he passed out just as he felt the woman lie down and snuggle up behind him.
When he woke the next morning, there was no one there and he thought it had all been a drunken dream until he caught a whiff of the perfume and found a note on the pillow next to his.
Phil,
I wanted to assure you that last night did really happen. You weren’t dreaming. I stayed and held you until just before the sun came up. As I told you, this and far more could happen again if you want it to and if you stop your drinking.
Your Friend,
JES
P.S. I made some coffee for you before I left. See you at the office.
Staring at the signature, his mind reeled. “JES … Jessica?? This can’t be,” he thought. Shaking his head in disbelief, he instantly triggered the alcohol-induced headache that had become his customary morning companion.
Slowly pulling himself from bed, he headed into the kitchen and just as the note said, there was a small pot of coffee waiting along with a cup sitting on the counter. Pouring himself a cup, he sat at the kitchen table and took a sip. He was momentarily surprised when he realized his ‘mystery woman’ had already put sweetener in the cup so it was exactly as he liked it. Then he concentrated on remembering the events of the previous night. He remembered going to the bar after work – nothing new in that – and then everything slowly became a foggy jumble of time as the night progressed and he drank more and more.
Then he remembered a soft, sultry voice and her eyes … deep, piercing pools of blue that drew him in, obscuring everything else around them. He remembered her helping him to his car and driving him home. That’s when he realized that she must have been slightly shorter than his 6-foot height since she was able to put his arm over her shoulder to get him in the house. He remembered making a pass at her and her light, playful voice as she pushed him onto the bed. He vaguely remembered blonde, wavy hair, a substantial bust that was barely concealed in a red dress she had been wearing, and the smell of a delicate perfume that tugged at his memory. Then he remembered the note saying “this and far more could happen again if you want it to and if you stop your drinking.”
“What the fuck did that mean,” he thought as he finished his coffee. Leaving the empty cup on the table, he quickly headed for the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror, he remembered looking at the same ghostly specter the night before and decided it was time to make a change, if not for himself then for the memory of his wife and son.
Stripping off his boxer-briefs, he turned on the shower and shaved while waiting for the water to get hot. Slowly, the aroma of his ‘mystery woman’ seemed to fill the room. Looking about, he noticed the towel hanging on the second hook. Taking it from the hook, he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent triggered desires he hadn’t felt since Jessica’s death as his cock hardened.
He showered quickly and dressed in a suit that was still wrapped in plastic from the last time Jessica had picked it up at the cleaner for him. When he looked in the mirror one last time, he was amazed at the transformation. Instead of the ghost he had seen yesterday, he now saw bits and pieces of his old self staring back at him.
On the drive to work, the last part of his mystery woman’s note suddenly popped back into his mind, “… See you at the office,” and he became excited at the prospect of meeting the woman. Upon arriving, he immediately started to look for her but by noon he had run out of options for candidates for her.
Later that day, his boss stopped at his cubicle and commented on how much better he looked. A spark of inner pride seemed to suddenly flare in him and at that precise moment, he also smelled the elusive fragrance of his mystery woman’s perfume floating through the air. Jumping to his feet, his head swiveled side-to-side but he still didn’t see her. Embarrassed by his actions, he thanked his boss and spent the rest of the day trying to focus on the work he used to love so much instead of the woman.
When work was over, he found himself heading for the bar, more out of habit than out of any real desire for a drink. Sitting in the parking lot, he battled with himself until he got out of the car and headed to the door. As he reached out for the handle, he finally made his decision, “NO MORE,” and spun around. Walking back to his car, he realized he had beaten the demon today but it will be a daily battle for the rest of his life.
He stopped at his favorite restaurant, ordered a take-out dinner, and headed home. What he found there appalled him. In his usual alcohol-fueled haze, he hadn’t realized how bad he had allowed the house to become. The thought of what Jessica would have said if she saw it seemed to ignite a fire in him so he spent the rest of the evening cleaning and straightening everything until it was spic-and-span. Only then did he finally eat the now cold meal. When he went to bed that night it was in the bed he had once shared with Jessica and he slept peacefully for the first time since the accident.
The following morning it seemed easier to get ready. Smiling politely to those he passed in the hallway, he was surprised when reached his work-space. There on top of his desk was a note with the lingering scent of his mystery woman. He opened it and read;
Congratulations,
I saw what you did last night. Walking away from the bar was the first step in your road to becoming the person you once were. Keep it up and a reward will be waiting for you soon.
JES
Once again, he looked at those who were already in the office and was unable to decide who the woman might be. The rest of the week seemed to fly by and then on Friday morning, he found yet another note, this one stuffed in his desk drawer.
Your first week deserves a reward.
Leave your door unlocked when you go to bed tonight and I promise to visit. The only rule for now is that you don’t try to see who I am.
JES
That night he nervously moved about the house until it was time for bed. Showering and leaving just his boxer-briefs on, he slipped under the covers. Surprisingly, he fell asleep almost instantly. Whether moments or hours later, he wasn’t sure but he woke immediately when he felt the mattress move behind him. Reflexively, he began to turn only to be stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Remember what I said … no peeking,” she teased.
He rolled back onto his side and lay there as she spooned up behind him. This time though there was a difference, the bedding no longer separated them. He could feel the soft, warm skin of her hand as it brushed across his ribs and under his arm, pulling him tightly against her. He felt her lace bra touch him and the hardness of her nipples as they pressed through the bra, poking indentations in his back, the smoothness of her legs rubbing against his. He became aroused as her hand descended to the opening of his boxer-briefs.
His cock responded to her touch and tented the front of the briefs.
Expertly, her hand cupped the growing bulge. “I like the feel of that,” she purred softly before kissing his back. Using the tip of her tongue, she traced patterns over his shoulder and upper arm sending shivers up and down his spine.
“Me too,” he groaned.
Deftly, she slid her hand through the opening and ran her fingernail up and down the length of his growing member. She teased him for what seemed like forever until she wrapped her fingers around his fleshy pole. “So soft, almost like velvet,” she purred, “but so hard, too.”
“Arrgghhh,” he sighed.
“Should I take it out?” she asked without waiting for an answer.
All he could do was nod as he felt her hand tighten its grip and pull his cock free of their confines.
“Ohhhhh, I DO like it. Not only hard but long and thick,” she sighed in his ear as she began to run her hand up and down its length.
He could feel her breath against his ear, warm and tantalizing. Then he felt her tongue teasingly run along the area behind the ear until she found his earlobe. Enveloping it between her lips, she sucked on it as her hand continued sliding up and down his now rigid cock.
“I like the feel of your cock. It makes me wonder what it would feel like in my mouth, or between my tits, or best of all, buried deep inside of my pussy,” she whispered breathlessly.
“AAAarrrhhh, we can find out if you want,” he croaked.
“Not yet, baby. Rewards like that come later. For right now, you’ll just have to be satisfied with this.” She increased the speed of her hand as it slid up and down his shaft. “Just close your eyes and imagine that this is my pussy sliding up and down your cock. Imagine how it will feel when I tighten up and squeeze just like this.” She hissed as she tightened her grasp on his cock.
Instinctively, his hips started to buck back and forth matching the rhythm of her hand until he felt the growing pressure in his balls. “Shhhhhhh. Too soon, too soon, gotta hold it,” he groaned as he bit his lower lip.
“We’ll see about that,” she sighed taking on his challenge.
He felt her move behind him and then the soft, pillowy fullness of her bare breasts pressed against his back as she pulled her bra down while her hand became a blur of motion running up and down his cock.
“How about it, baby? Do you like the feel of my tits against you? Can you feel how hard my nipples are because I’m so turned on? Someday it will all be yours if you want but not yet, not tonight. Tonight I want a load of your hot, slick cum in my hand so I can spread it all over my tits.”
It was more than he could handle. His balls tightened and he felt his cum surging up the length of his pole. “CUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG,” he yelled.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned as her hand flashed up and down his cock. “That’s it, baby. Give me your cum … give it to me … now, baby … cum in my hand. Fill it with your cum. Give me every last drop.”
The room seemed to spin as jet after jet of cum rocketed from his cock, filling and coating her hand before dripping onto the bed sheets.
“Yesssssss,” she hissed.
Through his lust-fogged mind, he felt her withdraw her hand and he was only mildly surprised when he heard her giggling. “Feels so good. Nice and slick. I’ve never found a better natural body lotion or one that tastes so good, too.”
Once again, he tried to turn over to see who this woman was only to be stopped.
“In time, lover. In time. There’ll be a time when I won’t be able spread your cum on my tits … because it’ll be deep inside my pussy,” she whispered as she placed her hand over his eyes and turned his head towards her, lightly placing her lips against his.
Her lips were full and lush. He tasted the faint flavor of cherry and spearmint along with a hint of saltiness that he quickly realized was from his cum. He had always thought that tasting his own cum would be repulsive but found that at least with this woman, it was getting him more and more turned on.
Pulling away, he groaned, “Want you. What to make love to you.”
“Not yet, baby. Just remember what I said, you’ll be rewarded with more and more of me as long as you stay away from the booze. For now though, sleep and dream of what’s to come.”
As if on command, he suddenly felt his body relaxing, though he knew it was just because he had cum so hard, and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The woman’s words echoed in his head, “… more and more of me.”
When he awoke the next morning, he felt alive and invigorated in ways that he hadn’t felt since his family’s death. On the pillow next to him, he found a scarf and another note. Picking up the scarf, he was delighted to smell the perfume that had become more intoxicating for him than the alcohol had ever been. Then he read:
Lover,
You’ve made it through your first week but just like life, things will get harder and you will have to work harder to overcome them so you can get what you want.
If I remember right, you used to work out several times a week. Maybe now would be a good time to start again. It will give you a way to burn off the energy I saw last night.
I’ll be back in two weeks for some more fun if you’re still ‘clean and sober’. In the mean time, I left you a little something to help you take your mind off the cravings. If you start doubting that you can make it, just use my scarf and know that I’m close by if you need me.
JES
XOXO
That day he stopped at the gym for the first time in months and signed up for a trainer to help get him back in shape.
The next two weeks were agony but each time he began to weaken or doubt himself, he took a deep whiff of the perfume-laced scarf that he kept tucked in the pocket of his suit jacket. Several co-workers even saw him and gave him a knowing, almost envious, glance.
When the two weeks were over, he felt almost like a young man getting ready to go on his first date. He cleaned and straightened the house, put on clean bedding, showered, and put on a brand new pair of black silk boxer-briefs. Then, taking one last look, he headed to bed and turned off the light.
Sleep didn’t come so he heard her as she entered the house. For the briefest moment, he thought about trying to see who she was but realized what he’d risk if she found out he did so. Instead, he rolled over on his side and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long. He could tell when she entered his room by the sound of her high-heels on the floor and the smell of her ever-present perfume. Again he thought he recognized it but the memory slipped away. He heard the distinctive sound of a zipper opening and the faint rustle of material as clothes slipped from her body. Then he felt the covers move and she was once again snuggled behind him.
“I know you’re awake, I can tell by your breathing. I can also tell that you kept your part of our bargain and didn’t try to see who I am so for that, I’ve got something extra special for you tonight.”
Instantly he felt her press her body against his back. Her breasts flattened while her hard nipples indented his skin. Her hand slid under his arm, just as it had the first time, reaching for his cock. The difference tonight was that when she pressed her hips against him, he felt only bare skin. “She’s nude,” he thought as he reached behind to touch her upper thigh.
“That’s right, darling. No clothes tonight and the same will be true for you in just a few minutes,” she purred as she kissed the back of his neck as she grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs and pushed them down.
Quickly, he lifted his hips and helped push his briefs down to his knees.
“Ready for me again I see,” she teased as she wrapped her hand around his rigid cock. “Tonight I have something special planned for your one month anniversary but you have to trust me. Think you can do that?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Good. Now lift your head.”
Doing as he was instructed, he felt an elastic band against the back of his head followed by a blindfold over his eyes. “Now turn over on your back. Just remember, no peeking.”
Trembling with anticipation, he rolled over. He felt her move and the bed shift.
“Stay right there, baby,” she murmured.
Then he felt her moving over him, her legs lightly brushing against his as she straddled him. He sensed her slowly leaning forward until her lips lightly brushed against his. He tasted her cherry and spearmint lipstick and felt the weight of her breasts as they settled on his chest. Her nipples were like hard pebbles brushing against his. Her perfume was heady and intoxicating but as if a light had suddenly gone on, he remembered the scent … magnolia. Jessica had him buy some one time as a birthday present. “Jessica,” he thought and his body stiffened. “What would she think of this? It’s only been six months. Am I cheating on her … her memory … because I’m here like this?”
“Penny for your thoughts,” the woman asked.
“Wha?” he responded questioningly.
“Oh, so you’re forgetting about me already?” she teased.
“No, just remembering.”
“Your wife,” she finished.
“In a round about way, yes.”
Sitting up, she looked back down at him. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe it’s too soon for you,” she whispered as she began to raise herself from his lap.
Instantly, he knew the answers to his questions as he shouted, “NO!” and grabbed her around the waist. “This is going to sound crazy but I think this is exactly the right time and … with exactly the right woman. Knowing Jessica, she’d probably be pissed that it took me this long and even more pissed about my drinking and feeling sorry for myself. I think she’d tell me that it’s time to move on with my life.”
Still blindfolded, he ran his hand up the woman’s back, placing it behind her neck and slowly pulled her head back down to him. Their lips touched and he felt her mouth slowly parting, the moistness of her tongue touching his lips searching for an opening. Instinctively, he opened his lips slightly allowing her tongue to slide in. It felt like a bolt of super-charged electricity coursing through his body as the tips of their tongues touched. Their tongues battled, their lips pressed together, her breasts flattened against his chest, and then suddenly he felt his cock slide into a wet, moist crease.
Sitting up as if a lightening bolt had struck her she moaned, “OOOHhhhhhhhhh, yessssssss,” when his cock slid along the furrow between her pussy lips and brushed against her clit.
His senses were overwhelmed. The ever-present aroma of his mystery woman’s perfume was mingled with the scent of her womanly arousal. The feel of the wetness between her pussy lips was accentuated by the sensation of her pubic hair brushing against his as she rubbed herself up and down the length of his shaft. Even the silky soft feel of her skin was heightened by the rippling of the muscles under it as he held onto her.
She shifted forward and placed her hands on his shoulder to support herself as she rocked back and forth against his growing cock.
His hands moved up from her butt to her lower back and around her waist as the tempo of her movements increased. Slowly, he began to move to match her motions, pushing upwards as she slid back across his cock.
“Shhhhhhhhhh,” she hissed. “That’s it, lover. Slide your cock against me. Ohhhhh, I love the feel of your hard cock bumping against my clit.”
Releasing her hips, he slid his hands up her back just barely touching her skin with his fingertips. He felt her tremble as he moved up through the valley between her shoulder blades to her shoulders. Gently he ran his fingers along the sides of her neck and then across her shoulders. Her moans spurred him on as his fingers slid down her arms briefly stopping as he felt the outer swell of her breasts.
“That feels so good,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
Lightly, he ran his hands up and down her arms several times before he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her upwards until she was sitting in his lap. Then moving them off her shoulder, he slid down until they reached the top of her breasts. He used just his fingertips to trace circles around them and was amazed at their size and fullness.
“Mmmmmm, I love a man who takes his time to play with my tits,” she whispered. “Feel how big they are and they’re all natural. Now play with my nipples, baby. Feel how hard they are? That’s all because of you.”
Cupping her tits in his hand, he felt her nipples pressing against his palms like a set of hard pebbles. He took them between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and squeezing them, was surprised when he felt something warm and wet almost like a gentle rain spraying across his face.
“Don’t worry lover, it’s just mother’s milk.”
He was quickly overwhelmed by the feel of the milk dripping on his face and it triggered a desire deep within him. He pulled her down towards him as he raised his head. Even without seeing, he knew when she was close enough and moved his mouth to latch onto one of the distended nipples.
“Yesssssssss,” he heard her hiss once again as she settled her elbows on each side of his head, her fingers moving through his hair and her breasts pressing down on his face. “Suck my tit, baby. I wasn’t sure if you’d like this or not but now … Ohhhhhhh, do it. Squeeze my tit. Drain every drop of milk that you want from it. Suck it, lover. It’s all yours. Bite my nipple. Ohhhhhh, yessss. Sooo good,” she crooned as the pace of her hips increased.
The sensation of her lust-moistened pussy gliding across the nerves of his cock soon had his cock twitching as he tried to hold back his orgasm to no avail. Pulling from her nipple, he groaned, “Gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum all over your pussy.”
She leaned over and hissed in his ear, “Do it. Cum all over my pussy. I want to feel your hot juices covering me. Do it. Splatter your cum on my clit. So close to cumming, too. Make us cum together.”
The feel of her hot breath and the sound of her words crashed through the last of his resistance. He felt the pulsing begin deep inside as it surged to the tip of his cock, carrying with it strand after strand of cum, spraying it across her pussy and lower stomach. “Now … cummmiinngggg … nowwwwww,” he murmured through clenched teeth.
Her body shuddered as the first hot rope of cum splashed directly against her clit. Almost beyond her wildest dreams, her own orgasm exploded from deep within her and she felt her juices pour from her, coating his cock as they continued to rub and grind against each other. “Me, too,” she wailed. “Don’t stop. Yessssssssssss.”
Grabbing the cheeks of her ass, Phillip pulled her down hard against his hips as he arched his back to drive his cock against her. Instinctively, the index finger of his right hand found the opening to her arse and he pressed against it.
Her body tightened, trying to fight off the intrusion. “Whaa …?” But it was too late. The waves of her orgasm tightened and relaxed her body without comprehending what was about to happen.
His finger suddenly slid past the tight ring, burying itself to the first knuckle.
Instantly, her body jerked upright driving his finger deeper into her ass. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, never before. So fucking wicked. Fuck my ass with your finger. Drive it into me. Ohhhh yesssss. Now … gonna cum again. AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE,” she screamed as a second even more powerful orgasm overtook her.
Unseen by him, she reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them until a stream of milk erupted from her nipples just as the juices from her pussy squirted onto his groin. He had never experienced anything like it. Instinctively, he released her ass and wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down against him, the feel of their combined fluids coating their bodies.
Neither said a word as they basked in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm until she slowly slid off him and nestled under his arm. Softly with a touch of laughter, she whispered, “I can’t believe what just happened. Here I am trying to help you and instead you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
He pulled her closer as he quietly replied in his best faux Southern accent, “My pleasure, Ma’am.”
Giggling, she snuggled closer. “Actually, I’m pretty certain it was my pleasure. I’ve never let a man touch my ass like that before but for some reason it made this all the more enjoyable,” she sighed before continuing, “We’ll have to remember this and do it again … and again … and again, if we want.”
His blindfold still in place, he rolled on his side to face the woman. “I think I’d like that. Just so long as you don’t mind. To be honest, that was the first time I had ever done that, too and I wasn’t sure what to expect but now I’m glad I did it. I’ve never had a woman orgasm as hard and as passionately as you just did.”
Teasingly, she ran her fingertip down to his groin and circled it through the puddled fluids. “So am I.”
Suddenly, she felt him move and she looked at him just as his lips found hers. When she had decided to help Phillip like this, she knew the dangers but had decided it was worth it. Yet now, wrapped in his arms, his lips pressed against hers, she found herself fighting an emotional battle. Should she continue to fight what she was feeling more and more often when she thought of him or give in and hope for the best and that he’d feel the same way when he found out who she was? The battle seemed to rage on for an eternity but didn’t actually last more than a few seconds before she wrapped her arm over his shoulder, pressing her body against his, and returned his kiss.
He had felt the momentary reluctance when their lips first touched but now he knew that this woman, whoever she was, was his and his alone if he wanted her. That thought triggered his own mental battle. “How could he have feelings like this for a woman he barely knew? Was she cheating on a husband or boyfriend? Who was she? Why wouldn’t she let him see her?” He was pretty certain that she was someone who had known Jessica and him yet he couldn’t figure out who she was and, at the feel of her lips returning his kiss, he no longer cared.
At some point, they both realized that they had crossed an unseen line. This was no longer just a physical thing but one that carried deeper emotions than neither had thought possible. Slowly, their kisses changed and sleep crept in.
The following morning the sound of the alarm clock woke both of them, still wrapped in each other’s arms. Half-asleep, Phil reached for the blindfold that was still covering his eyes only to be startled by her scream.
“NO!!”
Instantly awake, his fog-filled mind remembered the night before. His mystery woman coming to him, the intense love-making, followed by the cuddling, and the feel of her against him as he fell asleep. Then he felt the bed shift as she moved from his side followed by the rustle of clothing being rapidly scooped up.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I never intended to fall asleep like that and spend the night. Though … I have to admit I loved it. Please give me just a few moments to get dressed and then I’ll be gone.”
Sitting up, he propped a pillow behind his back and tracked her as she moved around the room mentally imagining what she looked like after their night of love-making. Her hair disheveled from sleep, her face a gentle pink from embarrassment and rushing around the room, her breasts swaying under her as she leaned over to pick something up from the floor. Then he sensed her standing next to him.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned over, and whispered, “Next time will be the last time we’ll even need to do this, I promise. You’ve done everything I’ve asked and far more. Next time, if you want, I’ll let you see who I am and then we can decide what the future holds for us if we both want that. In the mean time, I left you a couple of little souvenirs to remember last night.” Her lips gently touched his in a lingering kiss followed quickly by the sound of her leaving and the clicking of the door as it shut.
Pulling the blindfold from his eyes, he was intrigued by the sight of the souvenirs she had left: her bra and panties laying at the foot of the bed. He smiled as he imagined what she was feeling without them. “Was the material of her top rubbing against her nipples causing them to harden? Was the feel of the morning breeze finding its way beneath her skirt to gently caress the fluffy down of her pussy?” An inner groan escaped from him as he felt his cock hardening but the sound of the ‘snooze alarm’ instantly brought him back to reality.
Grabbing a quick shower, he dressed and he wasn’t surprised to see that there wasn’t any coffee waiting this morning as it had been in the past. Instead, he was filled with something far more stimulating, the thought of “next time”.
The days and weeks drifted by without a word from his mystery woman. Slowly, he slipped back into his old routine. Working out three times a week, his body hardened and toned and at work, he once again became the top employee of the office. Everything was almost exactly as it had been but with two exceptions. His family was gone and he was no longer at the beck and call of his boss.
Then just as he thought he’d never hear from his mystery lover again he detected the faint aroma of her perfume when he returned to his cubicle after lunch. Searching his desk drawers, he almost gave up before finding the note tucked under the blotter. On it, was written a single word, “Tonight”.
Once again, the day became a jumble of time and events until he looked up at the clock and realized it was already after 8pm. He grabbed his coat, rushed from the office, and sped home. Pulling into the driveway, he barely thought about the fact that the living room light, which was set on an automatic timer, wasn’t on.
The moment he stepped in the door, he knew. “She’s here already,” he thought as he felt her hands cover his eyes from behind.
“You’re late,” she teased.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to finish up some things at the office.”
“So is that the way it’s going to be, the office first?”
Keeping his eyes closed, he turned and wrapped his arms around her waist. “No. The reason I stayed late was because I told my office manager that I had some things to take care of and was taking a personal day tomorrow.”
Giggling, she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “And just exactly what ‘some things’ are you planning for tomorrow?”
“I figured I’d just wait and see what came up,” he answered as he pulled her close and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was long and lingering with promises of far more.
She pulled herself tight against him as her tongue searched for an opening between his lips and finding it, she pushed her tongue in. Their tongues intertwined and slipped over each other, teasing, sucking, and nibbling as their hands moved over each other’s body. Dimly, she wondered if he realized that she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress except for her stockings and a pair of black stiletto heels, but soon that wouldn’t matter.
With practiced skill, their hands opened buttons, belts, and zippers until they soon stood, still wrapped in each other’s arm naked. Gently, she pulled away and whispered, “You can open your eyes now, if you want.”
“Not yet,” he replied.
Taking him by the hand, she led him to the couch and, teasingly, placed her index finger against his chest. “In that case, I guess I’ll need to take care of things for awhile.” Then she pushed him until he lost his balance and sat down.
The sound of the coffee table in front of the couch being moved filled the room, only to be replaced by the sensation of the woman standing in front of him. “Before we go any further I want you to know something …”
“Yes?”
“I’d thought about not coming back.”
“WHY?”
“Shhhhh, let me finish. When I started trying to help you it was … I don’t know … a game. No, game isn’t the right word. It was something I wanted to do. I knew you and your wife before the accident though you may not remember me, we only met a few times. I heard about the accident when I was away and by the time I got back, you were in pretty bad shape. I thought about various ways I could help but none of them seemed to work out right in my head. When I talked to a friend on the internet about your problem, she suggested I seduce you to help you snap out of it. After all you are a man …”
“Well, I was the last time I checked.”
“Ya, well, so I started our game. I had never intended for it to end up like this. Well, maybe I did but not in the way it has effected me. The more I was with you and the more I watched how hard you were trying to get better, the more I realize how much I was attracted to you and how much I really care about you. I mean … well … I’m not sure but I think somewhere during this, I fell for you.”
Phillip sat there waiting for her to say more.
Then he felt her kneeling on the couch, straddling him. “I know this may sound strange considering how we started this but I hope maybe you’ll feel the same way at some point but right now I think I found something that needs to be taken care of,” she murmured.
Instantly, he felt her hand wrap around his semi-flaccid cock and rub it along the length of her slit. “Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned softly. “This feel so good. I’ve fantasized about this for months and tonight … no more dreaming. Tonight it becomes a reality.”
He drew her down to him and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her. It felt like a jolt of electricity coursing through his body as the tips of their tongues touched. Instantly, he felt his cock begin to harden as she continued to rub across the opening to her moistening pussy.
She felt it, too, triggering a primal need deep inside of her. Forcing her tongue deeper into his mouth, their tongues intertwined in battle as old as time while she ground herself against the growing shaft until it slid between her aroused lips and pressed against her clit. “Ohhhhhhh,” she whimpered.
Phillip tried to slow things down by pulling away and kissing her neck, delicately running his tongue along the side until he reached her earlobe which he gently bit before moving away. He planted feather-light kisses across her shoulder as he returned to her neck. Making sure to cover every inch, he moved back to the area under her chin before kissing and licking back up the other side, repeating what he had originally done.
“So nice,” she whispered. “So few men take the time to kiss a woman like this. Mmmmmmm, I wonder what they’d do if they knew how good it makes the woman feel?”
Quickly logging her comment under ‘things to remember’ he slid his hand between her breasts. Slowly, he traced his index finger between her cleavage, moving upwards to her neck, along her shoulder, and then down along the outside of her breast. He did this over and over again, switching each time so it was like he was drawing a giant figure-eight on her chest. Soon he felt her nipples getting harder and almost begging to be touched.
Quiet mewing sounds escaped from her as he drew closer to her nipples until he knew now was the time to try something else he’d never done before.
Grabbing a nipple between his index finger and thumb, he pulled on it, drawing it further and further from her chest before letting it go to snap back into place.
A sharp gasp hissed from her lips.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to …” he started to say but she stopped him.
She pulled him close until his face was nestled in the valley between her tits and whispered, “It didn’t hurt, lover … or maybe it did but in a good way. At first, it felt like you were going to rip the nipple right off of my tit but just as I was about to say something, you let go and it snapped back against my chest. It hurt but at the same time, I felt a thrill rush through me from my nipple right down to my to my pussy. Ohhhhhhh, it felt so good.”
He found the nipple again and slowly began pulling it as he had the other side but her hand found his and stopped him.
“Not right now, baby. Right now I think you need to kiss the boo-boo you made over here,” she said as she drew him to her breast.
Quickly, his lips found her protruding nipple and kissed it just as he had kissed her lips earlier. Tender, delicate almost feather-like kisses covered her nipple and areola as he felt her body tremble.
Her hand slid behind his head pulling him tighter against her as he began to use his tongue on her.
First he licked across her nipple, getting it wet and then he blew on it. The feel of his breath sent shivers up and down her spine.
“More, lover. More. Suck on my nipple. Feels sooooo goood.”
Shifting slightly, he lowered his lips and sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue felt like velvety sandpaper as it ran across her hypersensitive tip. He opened his mouth slightly to capture it between his teeth and gently bit down and was only mildly surprised when he felt a spray of warm, sweet mother’s milk begin to fill his mouth.
“That’s it, darling. Suck my tit, bite on it … oooohhhhhhh … yessssss … drink my milk, baby. Drink all of it that you want. So wicked, so … ohhhhh …,” she screamed as she suddenly felt the tip of his almost forgotten cock slide between the lips of her pussy and push inwards.
Instinctively, his hands wrapped around her waist as she lowered herself onto his cock.
“Need this, need this so much,” she crooned as her body responded to the feel of his cock slowly filling her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she saw stars burst in front of her when she felt the tip of his cock press against her cervix. Her body quivered as she bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.
“Sooo long. Needed to feel you in me for so long. I’ve dreamed of this since the night I drove you home from the bar, dreamed of what it would feel like to have your cock inside of me filling my pussy. Ohmigod, too soon, too soon,” she wailed as her body began to shake, “gonna cum, gonna cum all over your hard cock. NNNooooooooooooo!!”
He felt the ripples of her pussy muscles roll up and down the length of his shaft as her orgasm overtook her. But instead of releasing his own desires, he pulled her body against his and held her as she spiraled off into her personal world of sexual bliss.
Still blindfolded, he relied on his other senses to take in the moment. The sound of her breathing next to his ear as she barely whispered, “Ohmigod, so good, so good,” over and over again. The soft, pliable feel of her quivering skin against him was balanced by the grip of her pussy muscles as they rolled up and down his cock trying to pull his seed from him. The fragrance of her perfume was overshadowed by the increasing scent of her womanly desire. Gently kissing her neck, he was surprised to find that even the taste of her skin was heightened as the saltiness of her sweat was mixed with a sweetness that he couldn’t identify.
Slowly, he felt her return from her other world and began to tighten the muscles of his abdomen causing his cock to swell inside of her.
“Mmmmmm,” she sighed. “That feels so good but right now I have something else I want to do … something just for you,” she whispered as she slid from his lap, kneeling on the floor between his legs. Delicately, she wrapped her hand around his cock and leaned closer.
Teasingly, she started by kissing the head and then licking her cum off the cap of his cock. Then her tongue slipped into the slit probing for his seed. When she was sure there wasn’t any, she took his cock into her mouth. Instantly, she started sliding up and down its length, matching her mouth with her hand. Her spit covered it entirely as he felt her taking more and more until her nose was brushing his pubic hairs.
He knew she was ‘deep-throating’ him from the tightness around his cock and was amazed that she was able to do it considering how big his cock felt.
Even though she gagged a few times, she never stopped. Instead, she increased her pace until he knew he couldn’t last much longer as he felt his balls begin to churn.
She felt it, too, and increased her tempo. Her hand became a blur as it flew up and down the length of his shaft. She wanted him, she wanted his cum. She wanted it in her mouth, on her face, covering her tits, and in her pussy.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” he groaned.
“Do it. Cum on me. Cover my face and tits with your cum. Make me your cum slut. I told you before that I like the feel of your cum on my tits. Now do it!”
Fighting the impulse for release, he bit his lower lip but his lover was not to be denied.
“So you want to play that way?” she queried. “Well, I know how to take care of that,” she laughed, teasingly. She pulled her mouth from his cock as she shuffled closer and wrapped her tits around his swollen pole and began sliding it up and down between the swollen globes.
“Not yet, not yet,” he chanted only to hear her reply.
“That’s where you’re wrong, darling. Right now,” she hissed as she took a nipple between the thumb and index finger of each hand and squeezed while still pressing her tits around his shaft. Her milk sprayed from her nipples and coated his groin and stomach breaking through his last bit of will power.
“AAaarrrggghhhh,” he moaned as strand after strand of his cum surged from the tip of his cock, landing on her tits and upper chest.
“I like,” she murmured as she felt his warm cum splattering on her tits and chest.
As he leaned back on the couch, he barely heard her moving away slightly. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she slid them up and down as she milked the last drops from the shaft. Then she leaned over and licked it from the tip. “Mmmmmmm, nice. Salty with a little tang to it.”
Amazed, he felt this cock stir and harden as she continued cleaning it. When she finally moved away, it felt like a piece of hardened steel sticking up from his groin. Then he felt movement on the couch next to him and the heady aroma of her arousal.
Turning his head, he bumped into the soft, pliable flesh of her butt and quickly used his sense of smell to find the source of the aroma. He spread her ass cheeks and leaned forward as he stuck his tongue out. Immediately, he knew he had found his target as he heard the sharp intake of her breath as he brushed across her pussy lips.
“Ssshhhhhhhhh … don’t stop, darling. Lick my pussy.”
Phillip did as she asked although not quite as she hoped. Instead of driving into her pussy, he kissed the globes of her ass as he fondled them. He squeezed and kneaded them almost like fresh batch of bread dough, then spreading them again, he ran his tongue into the cleft paying special attention to the creases next to her pussy lips, teasing her.
“Ohmigod, I can feel that all the way down to my toes. MMmmmmmmm, so wicked. You’re getting me so horny I’m liable to rape you if you stop.”
Withdrawing, he replied, “You can’t rape the willing,” before returning to her pussy. He ran his tongue up the cleft until he reached the area between her pussy and her ass, then teased it with just the tip of his tongue and felt her body quiver before descending down the other side until he reached the apex of her pussy before starting back up again. Over and over he teased her until he tasted her juices dripping from her aroused pussy.
“So wet, so horny, going to cum soon, lover. Gonna cum all over your face,” she murmured.
This was what he was hoping to hear and with the lightening speed of a snake, he thrust his tongue between her lust-engorged lips and into her pussy as his lower lip slammed against her clit.
“Ccccuummmiinnnggggg,” she wailed as he thrust in and out over and over again and her juices poured from her, coating his lips and chin. Her body shook and quivered until suddenly she collapsed forward pulling herself from his grasp.
He could hear her panting between murmured words that he could not understand. Then slowly her breathing returned to normal and he felt her moving but not off the couch. Instead, she returned to her previous spot on her hands and knees with her ass pointing towards him.
Softly she spoke, “Fuck me.”
Standing up, Phillip grabbed her ass and brought his cock to her waiting pussy.
“Push it in, lover. Fuck your slut.”
As if with a mind of its own, his cock slid between her pouting lips and drove into the depths of her pussy. Immediately, he felt her muscles clamp down on the length and hold him there.
Almost as if in a dream, he heard her. “Now, I want you to do something I haven’t had done in a long time. I want you to fuck me from behind. Fill my pussy with your cock. Pump your cock deep inside of me. Make me cum all over you. I want to feel my juices running from my pussy and down my legs. My husband used to say that only animals and sluts fucked like this …”
Hearing her words, he instantly knew who was kneeling in front of him and he whispered her name. “Jan?”
The woman froze and the room became silent.
The realization of who his ‘mystery woman’ was immediately resulted in his erection shriveling and slipping from her pussy while the room seemed to become cold as an ice box. He sensed more than heard her move from beneath him as he reached for the lamp next to the couch and turned it on. There sitting next to him, a throw blanket now pulled up to her chin, was his step-mother.
His mind quickly slipped back into memories of the past.
She and his father had always had what many people called an ‘interesting’ relationship. They had had met in the local hospital waiting room while waiting for news about their spouses. Jan’s husband of only 2 months had been severely injured in an industrial accident and Phil’s mother had come in for a routine surgical procedure. By the end of the day, both had lost their loved ones.
It only seemed natural that they were drawn together by their grief. Over the next several months their relationship had blossomed and the only thing that caused any comments at all was the difference in age. Jan was 19 years younger than his father. Yet it didn’t seem to matter to them and they were married eight months later.
That was when Phil saw his new step-mother for the first time. He was already happily married to Jessica and they had just gotten the news that she was pregnant when they attended the wedding. Sitting there in the pews he was instantly overwhelmed by Jan’s beauty as he watched her walked down the aisle. Inwardly, he thought about what a lucky guy his father was to get her.
The two women quickly bonded and became good friends especially, when six months later, Jess found out that she was unexpectedly pregnant as well. The four of them had become inseparable, resulting in Phil and his father developing a totally new part of their relationship; friendship.
Then everything fell apart. Phil’s father was diagnosed with a terminal respiratory disease from all the years he had worked in a factory and he was gone in less than a year. He barely even had a chance to meet his newest son or to get to know his grandson. Jan disappeared shortly afterwards and then four months later, there was the accident that took Jessica and Toby.
Still staring at her, he was barely aware of her saying, “I think I better leave,” as she wrapped the cover around herself and stood next to the couch with her back to him.
Instead, he heard himself whisper, “Please don’t.”
Immediately she stopped and without looking back at him, asked, “Why?”
“I don’t honestly know. I just know I don’t want you to leave.”
Hesitating for a moment, she replied. “Okay, but only if you turn the light off.”
Phil quickly turned the light off and then felt the couch shift as Jan sat back down. The room seemed to spin as he tried to decide what to do next. After a few seconds, he heard her whisper, “If you truly want me to stay why don’t we go into the bedroom and lay down on the bed? That way we can lay down next to each other. I think we need to talk.”
Doing as she asked, he led the way into the bedroom without turning on any lights and lay down on the bed. After he felt her lay down next to him, he asked the question that was weighing on his mind, “Why?”
“Why what?” she answered.
“All of this,” he responded. “Finding me in the bar, taking care of me, making sure I sobered up, becoming … lovers? That is what happened tonight, right? We became lovers.”
Once again the room became silent before she answered. “Yes, we became lovers and … if … you hadn’t figured out who I was, I was planning on giving myself to you completely tonight.”
He took in the full meaning of her words before replying, “You mean …?”
“I mean I haven’t needed to use birth control pills since your dad and I didn’t bring any type of protection tonight. My plan was to let you cum deep inside of me.”
“But you still haven’t answered my question, Why?”
Taking in a deep breath, Jan started. “In the beginning maybe it was because I was lonely, or maybe because I was horny all the time. Maybe it was because I’ve been attracted to you since the first time I met you or maybe it’s because I promised your father I’d keep track of you. I don’t honestly know. It just felt like the right thing to do with the right person. But after awhile … I think I already told you how I’ve fallen for you.”
Phillip lay there still staring at the ceiling as he took in all she had said.
The silence quickly became overpowering until she sat up at the side of the bed. “I think I’d better go.”
Quickly, he rolled on his side and grabbed her. “NO!! I mean I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me. It may sound crazy but now that I know who you are, I want you to stay even more than I did before.”
Giving in to her own hopes and his request, Jan lay back down unsure of what the future might hold other than she was next to the second most important man in her life.
In his mind’s eye, he suddenly found himself standing at the edge of a cliff. Before him was a large open valley full of green trees and a beautiful river full of promise, yet he couldn’t seem to take the step needed. Then he heard a soft gentle voice behind him; Jessica’s voice.
“What’s stopping you?”
“I don’t know,” he replied.
“Yes, you do.”
A tear formed at the corner of his eye. “It was my fault. I should have been there with you and Toby.”
“You know it wouldn’t have mattered … except that you’d be dead too.”
“Maybe I could have avoided the crash.”
“No, there was no time. It was all over before I even had a chance to turn the wheel. The thing that you need to realize now is that you’re being given a second chance … a chance I want you to take. I always wanted you to be just as happy as you made me. Take the step … start a new life with Jan. She loves you, you know.”
Phil began to turn but felt Jessica’s arms on his.
“Don’t look back. Your future is ahead of you. Just remember I’ll always be here and that I’ll always love you.”
With the sound of her voice echoing in his ears, he stepped from the cliff.
Instantly, he was back in his bedroom with Jan laying next to him, her head on his shoulder and her hair cascading over the pillows. The slow, rhythmic sound of her breathing filled his ears. Her body pressed against him as her breast lay on his chest. He felt her heart beating but even more startling was the feel of her hand wrapped around his growing cock.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You seemed to fade away for a little while.”
Rolling on his side, Phillip leaned forward and kissed her. Gone was any doubt or hesitation. The guilt he had felt because of Jessica and Toby’s death had left with the dream. “I’m just fine. In fact, I’m better than I’ve been in a long time.”
She rolled onto her back and kicked the covers off of her body to reveal it to him for the first time. At 5-foot, 7-inches tall, her body was full and toned, measuring 38D, 27, 34 with just a hint of a baby bulge evident. Her skin was deeply tanned with tan-lines in all the right places though the ones over her chest seemed to be less defined. Her hair was blonde with a brunette underlayer which cascaded over her shoulders onto the pillow. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to be speaking to him, drawing them into their depths. Her legs were toned and tanned under the flesh-colored nylons she was still wearing and the hair surrounding her pussy was brunette and may have been trimmed. But at that moment it was plastered to her body by the copious amount of her pussy juices that coated her inner thighs and lower abdomen.
A mischievous glimmer twinkled in her eyes as she asked, “Do you remember what your father said the perfect woman was?”
Phillip furrowed his brows as he tried to remember. “Something about being a perfect lady out of bed and …”
“… a perfect slut in bed,” she finished. “I told you earlier I had planned on giving myself to you entirely tonight. I also told you that I was your slut. I meant that. If you want me, I’ll be your slut tonight and every night that you want me from now on.”
Suddenly a primal urge surged through him as he rolled between her spread legs. “Prove it.”
Grabbing his hard cock, she pulled it towards the waiting opening to her womanly treasure. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck your slut. Fuck my pussy. Fuck ME.”
He thrust forward and slid his cock past her labia and entered her pussy. The walls were wet and felt almost velvety soft until she tightened them around his cock once again.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned. “So good. Do you know what you’ve got your cock in lover?”
He opened his mouth to answer and she quickly placed a finger over it.
“For little girls, it’s a vagina and for a grown woman, it’s a pussy but for a slut like me, it’s a cunt. C-U-N-T. Now push your cock all the way into my cunt. I need to feel it inside of me. I need to feel it slamming against the depths of me. Fill my tight, wet cunt with your cock and fuck me.”
He withdrew until just the head of his cock was still nestled in her, then plunged into her, driving his cock into her depths.
“Yessssssss,” she hissed. “Push it in. Fuck my cunt. That’s it, lover. Give it to me. Just like that. Ohhhhhhhhhh, now fuck me harder … deeper,” she chanted as she spread her legs and reached down grabbing his ass to pull him against her.
He reached down to slide his arms beneath her knees and lifted them up, forcing her to bend at the waist until they were pressed against her tits.
“Fuck me. Deeper. Harder. Fill my cunt with your cum. Ohhh, soooo good. I never imagined it would feel this good. Fuck your slut. Fuck my cunt. Fuck your step-mother and cum in me. Fill my pussy with your cum. Fuck me harder. Shove it all the way into my pussy. Drill me with your wonderful cock. Push it all the way into me when you cum and …” suddenly she stopped and whispered into his ear, “… get me pregnant.”
Stopping his thrusts, Phillip looked down at her. “Is that what you want? Do you want to get pregnant with my child?”
“Yes, but only if you want to,” she replied.
Grabbing her legs, he pulled them over his shoulders and drove into her until he hit her cervix.
“AAAiiieeeeeee,” she screamed. At the same time, she tightened her legs around his shoulders and wrapped her hands around his neck locking them in place. Then pulling herself upwards, she began to swing underneath him almost like a pendulum, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. “Hurts so fucking good. Never felt like this before. Need more, harder, deeper. Going to cum soon. Going to cum all over your cock and coat it with my juices. Cum with me. Fill my pussy with your cum. Take me, make me yours and yours alone,” she groaned.
Suddenly, Phillip felt his balls tighten and knew that she was about to get her wish and that he was about to get his. Releasing their weight from his elbows, he dropped onto her, driving his cock deeper and deeper until he felt the head slam again her cervix again.
The sensation was more than either could handle. “GGGGRRRRaaaaaaaaa,” Phillip roared as he felt Jan’s pussy tighten around his cock, instantly followed by her scream, “AAAAEEEIIIIII,”
as she felt his cum splatter against the walls of her pussy.
Everything seemed to blur and fade around them as they whirled off into the blissful world of mutual orgasms. The only thing that mattered was the feel of their bodies and the pulsing sensations coursing through them as strand after strand of his potent cum coated the depths of her pussy and slowly found the entrance to her womb.
Neither of them was sure how long they stayed like that and when they slowly returned to reality neither was in a hurry to pull from each others embrace. It wasn’t until Phillip’s now flaccid cock slid from her pussy that they pulled apart and Jan quickly slid a pillow under her hips.
When he gave her a questioning look, she answered. “It helps keep your cum in me.”
Smiling, he rolled on his back and slid his arm under her head, nestling her against him. “I like the sound of that,” he said as he gently began to stroke her arm and shoulder.
Feeling relaxed and temporarily stated he whispered, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” a pensive tone in her voice.
“When this all started you said that you’d see me at work. I looked for you, oh boy did I look for you, yet I never saw you. Do you actually work at the firm?”
Relieved by his question, she answered, “I guess the answer to that is “Yes” and “No”. I’m a consultant in the graphics department so I’m in and out all the time but usually I work from home.”
“Ahhhh,” he replied. Then after a few moments he asked, “What did you mean when you said you’d fallen for me?”
This was the question she had most dreaded and so she hesitated before answering “Simply that I’ve fallen for you as in I’ve fallen IN LOVE with you.”
A smile filled his face as he responded. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only one.”
Her face filled with a look of relief and hope for the future as she rolled on her side. Propping her head in her hand, she looked down at him and replied, “Me too,” before kissing him.
Wrapping her in his arms, he drew her close and held her there even after their kiss had ended.
She nestled her head on his shoulder and sighed contently.
Then suddenly, he asked. “Who is JES?”
Laughing she answered, “That’s me, silly. Janet Elizabeth Stone.”
“Phew,” he sighed. When I saw that on your first note I thought …”
“You thought, what? That I was Jessica come back from the dead?” she teased.
Flustered he muttered, “Well, I … ummmm … I don’t know. I just …”
Teasing, she sat up higher, “Well does this LOOK like the body of a dead woman?” Then without waiting for an answer she grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast, “And does this FEEL like the body of a dead woman? Or how about this?” she continued as she pushed his hand between her thighs into the warm, wetness of her pussy.
Laughing, he rolled her over and quickly replaced his hand with his cock. “Nope, guess not,” he snickered as he slowly pushed his newly hardened length into her.
When the sun rose the next morning, it found them wrapped in each other’s arms. They had slept and made love and slept and made love again before exhaustion finally overtook them.
Now, intertwined with her leg over his hip and her head on his shoulder, they couldn’t have felt closer yet there was still something he needed to ask.
“I know this is going to sound crazy but I want us to be a family in all senses of the word and that includes your son.”
Shifting, she looked up at him. “What about my son?”
“Well, you left so soon after my dad’s death that I never really had a chance to get to know him or anything about him. If I figured it right he should be about two years old now, right?”
“Yep, in fact, he’ll be two next month.”
“Now this is going to sound even crazier but I don’t even know his name.”
“I named him Joshua, though I call him Josh, after your father and of course he has the same last name.”
“Ok, does he have a middle name?”
Whispering, she answered, “His middle name is Phillip.”
A grin covered his face as he looked at her. “I don’t think there should be much of a problem then, do you?”
“No, I guess there shouldn’t,” she replied. “Now I have a question.”
“Ok. What’s that?”
“What should we name our first baby?”
Curious he asked, “What do you mean?”
“I knew the instant your father got me pregnant with Joshua and I’m already getting those same feelings though they’re a little different, so maybe this will be a girl.”
Before he even thought about it he looked at her and asked, “Would you mind if we named her Jessica?”
Snuggling against him, she answered, “Not at all.”
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Sure enough, Jan was pregnant and nine months and seventeen days later, little Jessica was born. In the mean time, Phillip and Jan got married in a quaint little ceremony to make an ‘honest woman’ of her. Fortunately, the Justice-of-the-Peace barely raised an eyebrow when he noticed that their last names were the same.
Afterwards, life seemed to settle down, more or less. Joshua and Phillip quickly bonded and he was soon calling him “Daddy” while baby Jessica filled their lives in ways that only a baby could.
Then one evening, Jan walked into the living room and sat down on his lap.
Phillip knew that either this was the start of a fabulous evening of love making or the prelude to one of those in-depth talks.
“We need to talk,” she said.
“So much for making love,” he thought. “Ok, what’s up?”
“Do you recognize this?” she asked, holding up a beautiful gold chain with a small ruby pendant.
Instantly he recognized it as his dead wife’s favorite necklace. “Ya, that was Jess’s.”
“I found it on the baby’s crib. Did you put it there? I don’t mind if you did but it can be dangerous if little Jess put it in her mouth.”
A far-away look covered his face as he seemed to see the Jess’s shadow glide across the room. “Nope, wasn’t me. Maybe Jess is looking over her namesake.”
Leaning closer, Jan whispered. “I hope she doesn’t watch too much because I can feel that bulge in the front of your pants growing and I have just the thing to take care of that.” Then jumping from his lap she walked down the hallway towards their bedroom only stopping long enough to give him one of her ‘come-hither’ looks.
Getting up, he began to follow but once again noticed Jess’s shadow, this time gliding into baby Jessica’s room. Standing there, he suddenly realized that none of this would have been his without the help of a caring woman … or maybe two.