All the guests for the evening were finally starting to make their way back to their respective vehicles. Savannah had just announced that she was going to bed, then had instructed Scott to make sure the place was cleaned up. "I don't want to wake up to a mess," she told him. Candy sat in the dark corner of the living room, twirling a lock of air between her fingers while hoping to stay unnoticed in the shadows. She listened intently to Scott and Savannah talking in the doorway of their bedroom. Then she heard the door click as it closed and within a minute she heard water running in the bathroom.
The last inebriated guest finally bid farewell and stumbled out to a waiting taxi cab. She breathed a sigh of relief, she had practically been a ghost since their return from the "store". She had heard the girls gossiping, apparently their absence hadn't been overlooked by the gossip hungry loners, desperate to have a one-up on someone else.
Scott walked past her and winked ever so slightly, not wanting to alert Savannah to his lingering guest by talking. He went into the kitchen and loaded beer cups and martini glasses into the dishwasher, mumbling under his breath something about being a blue collar slave. He milled around in the kitchen, trying to make sure the house would be up to his wife's standards when she awoke.
Candy took this opportunity to begin losing pieces of clothing. She shucked her shoes off instantly. Then her jacket went second, neatly folded next to her on a chair. If Savannah woke up, she wanted to make it somewhat believable that she had just decided to sleep there rather than brave the long drive home after a night of drinking. Next came her jeans, neatly folded on top of the jacket. She stretched her slender legs out and revealed a small tattoo on her thigh, one that most weren't aware of, except of course for her "friend" who was cleaning in the other room. She decided to keep her knee high stockings on for the time being, Scott always found them sexy, and that was her goal, after all.
Last, she took off the satin top that had clung so beautifully to her voluptuous tits. She heard the water running in the kitchen and it reminded her of the stream of juices that flowed from her cunt. She laid sideways on the couch and squeezed her legs together to put pressure on her aching clit while she waited. Her skin tingled slightly from the cool evening air flowing in the open window and her pretty pink nipples got hard when the metal in them felt the chill. She was tired of waiting, tired of having to sneak around, but she knew he was definitely worth the wait. No one she had ever been with could fuck her like Scott could. The endless orgasms, the shear stamina he possessed, it was enough to make her head spin just thinking about it.
Slowly she reached one finger down and inside her panties towards her aching clit. Gently, she began making circular motions around the tender button of nerves. A sigh escaped her lips as she did this and caught Scott's attention. He walked into the living room from the kitchen and whispered in her ear, "Starting without me, are ya?" then gently bit her earlobe. She just nodded yes and continued to tease herself. "Want some help there, or you just gonna take care of yourself tonight?" he whispered jokingly.
"You already know the answer to that one, baby," she whispered back to him. "But you get done what you need to get done, I'm just keeping myself occupied until you're ready," she said and blew him a kiss.
"Almost done, just gotta throw some towels and stuff in the washroom." Scott turned and headed back towards the soft light of the hallway. Candy was ready for him to be finished with his house chores and to come service her instead, but she knew everything had to be in order so as not to raise any red flags. She heard the water begin to run in the washer and thought of the vibrations the machine would soon be producing, but it was too close to the bedroom, too close to being discovered.
The metallic click of the lid let her know that Scott would be back in the room in just a moment, she closed her eyes and licked her lips. She could almost feel him inside her already, it had only been a few hours since their last romp. But it was never enough for her, she was insatiable. Her drive for him was almost overpowering in her everyday life, at work she would catch herself imagining his magnificent body between her legs. Sometimes at home by herself she would wake up in a flash of heat and realize she had orgasmed just from her dreams about him.
She felt his soft lips on hers as he leaned down over her. She passionately returned his kiss, letting their tongues mingle together for a few seconds before he broke the kiss. "So how do you want it?" he asked her.
"Anyway you want to give it to me. I need you so bad," she replied softly. Her hands reached up to grab around his waist and try to pull him on top of her.
"I don't think it's safe in here, she didn't drink enough and these walls are too thin to hide our voices once we get at it, ya know?" he said.
"Well then where do you propose we go?"
"I know it's a little chilly outside, but what if I promise to keep you warm?" he asked.
"Backyard?" she stated but came out as a question.
"Sounds good to me, let's go!" Scott said as he lifted her up off the couch with little effort. He could already tell she was ready to go, and had been for quite some time. He carried her quietly out the back door and onto the patio, then sat her down on the cushioned chaise lounge farthest away from the house. All she had left on her body was the delicate panties and thigh highs she hadn't abandoned inside the house. He sat down in front of her on the lounge chair and admired her beauty in the pale moonlight that filtered through the tree branches over top of them. Her blue eyes seemed almost like lights of their own in the semidarkness that engulfed the two lovers.
