"Dammit!!!" I yelled as the TV went dark. The power had gone out, again-the second time in less than a week's time. A minute later, I heard Sandy's voice through the screen door. She'd just passed my house on her nightly turn around the neighborhood, and heard my outburst.
"You OK??"
I let out a sigh. "Yeah, the power just quit-again." There had been thunderstorms on and off most of the day. It didn't take much to make for a power failure when the weather got unsettled. I could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Apparently the storm wasn't far enough away that it would not affect our fragile power grid.
Some background...my development was built in two phases. The section Sandy lives in was part of several dozen homes that were in the first phase. They were all on city power, coming from the municipal power plant in the town we were just a few miles from. The section I lived in had been built a couple years later, and was on the regional cooperative's network. We were supposed to be on the city network, but some weaselly politics back in the day wound up with my side on the cooperative. The difference in reliability was evident every time there was a thunderstorm. My side would lose power with stunning regularity, often less than 30 minutes into a storm, and sometimes stay out for hours. Sandy's side?? The lights never even blinked. It was a constant source of frustration. The lawyers for both the city and the cooperative had been at odds for several years over the issue. Meanwhile, I sat in the dark every time there was a lightning flash.
Sandy looked at me, strawberry blonde hair framing her pretty face, accented by her gorgeous green eyes. "You can come over to our place if you want. We have plenty of room if you need a place to stay."
I stepped out onto the walk, taking her hands in mine. "Thanks, Sandy. You're too good to me. Let's see what happens. Sometimes I have it back in an hour. But if it goes much longer than that, I'll probably be over."
I looked into Sandy's eyes, seeing a deep affection there. If she looked at me like that much longer, I was going to melt. As it was, I was resisting the urge to just pull her into the house, power out or not, and drag her back to the bedroom for a quick tumble. Even in her mom jeans and T-shirt, she was amazingly sexy. The only reason I didn't yield was that I knew her husband, Jeff, was home. Sandy and I had been having a semi regular thing going for a couple of years, and I didn't want to upset that apple cart, especially right in the midst of our neighborhood.
Ninety minutes later, the sun was setting, and still no electricity. I shot Sandy a message, telling her I'd be over, and did she have some crackers, as I had some cheese and wine I wanted to get out of the fridge. She said she did, and to come over any time. I gathered up the wine and cheese, and headed across the road to her house. She and Jeff greeted me warmly, commenting on the situation, they reiterating their offer to come over whenever the power went down. I kidded them, saying they'd find me moved into their living room in short order, giving everyone a good laugh. I told them I'd earn my keep, as I can cook and do laundry.
Sandy broke out the crackers and some more wine, and we had a nice evening talking about our origins-all of us originally from the northeast, now in the Ozarks-and how we got to be in this little enclave. Finally, around 11, Jeff allowed how he had an early start, and was heading up to bed, leaving Sandy and me to clean up. That was fine with us, since we both appreciated the private moments it would give us.
We made quick work of the few dishes and glasses, and then Sandy listened for a moment, and hearing Jeff in the bathroom, leaned to me, giving me a short, but slightly lingering kiss, her hand holding my cheek for a moment as she pulled away.
"That will have to do for now," she said, giving me another quick kiss.
I smiled. "I didn't expect even that, given that Jeff is home," I said. "I'm just grateful to have a place to stay that has power. Tonight has been wonderful." I looked around, giving an ear to upstairs. Hearing water running, I pulled Sandy to me, kissing her a little longer than our first kiss, but not too long. She just smiled as I pulled away, tapping her hand on my cheek, her expression saying, 'I could go for more of that.'
We broke our trance long enough for Sandy to say, "Let me get you some covers. The kids' rooms are now full of junk, they kind of became catch alls after they moved out following college, so you'll be stuck with the sofa."
I chuckled. "I know how that works. I turned our spare bedroom into an office, and now you can't walk through it for all the clutter. That's fine, Sandy. As I said, I'm just grateful to have a place with electricity." I was feeling the electricity every time I looked into Sandy's eyes. It was going to be a hard night knowing she was so close, but, oh, so inaccessible. While Sandy got me set up, I ran back over to my house to get a pair of boxers-I didn't think sleeping in the nude in Sandy's living room would go over well-and some toiletries, returning, just as Sandy was finishing up making my "bed."
I thanked her, and we shared a short kiss, after which she went upstairs, giving me a long look as she went. I settled in, doom scrolling on my phone as I typically do, since reading small type on a small screen tends to put me to sleep. I finally dozed off around 1 AM.
I usually sleep like a stone. You can set off a grenade under the bed, I won't wake up. But sometimes, something will bring me out of the depths of my slumber, I can't explain why. Tonight was one of those nights. I awoke groggily to find someone standing over me. As I collected my wits, I realized it was Sandy, standing over me in a thin camisole, the kind made of T-shirt material, with spaghetti straps. Sandy rocks a top like this, her C cup tits big enough to pull the straps away from her body, her nipples poking through lewdly. As if that weren't enough, down below she had on a pair of thin white panties, her bush quite visible through the thin fabric, some stray blonde escaping the leg bands.
"I'm being visited by an angel in the night," I said softly, taking in her beauty in the dim light. "What a thing to see when I wake up. Glad I did," I said, taking her hand.
Sandy laughed quietly. "That's funny. I'd gotten up to get a drink, and was just looking at you lying here, all sleepy and nestled in, and wondered if you'd be mad at me for waking you up." She smiled as I moved to a sitting position, now taking both her hands.
"Not hardly," I said, squeezing her hands. "You can wake me up any time. If I'm not on your sofa, come over to my place, I'll let you in. You can even sleep in my bed."
Sandy laughed. "I might take you up on that." She leaned forward to kiss me, giving me a good look at her breasts, unrestrained under the camisole. As we kissed, she knelt in front of me, patting my ass. "Lift up," she said, then reaching to pull my boxers down, revealing my growing hard on. "Mmmm..." she said, licking her lips. "Need a snack to go with my drink." She then took the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around before taking me deep, her nose in my pubes as she deep throated me. The feeling was delightful, and I stiffened immediately.
Sandy worked me for about five minutes, getting my cock good and hard-not that I needed the help, just seeing her there had me stoked-and good and wet. She then stood, and I could see a wet spot had developed on her panties. She pushed the band away on her left leg, and I could see her opening labia now peeking out of her bush. I pulled her to me, giving her a couple of fast licks, making her knees shake. She pushed me away, and she straddled me on the sofa, taking my cock and guiding it right up inside her, slowly settling on me, wiggling her hips as she bottomed out, my cock now poking her womb. I could feel her ass settling in on my balls as she got comfortable. Sandy kissed me hard, starting to ride now that she had my cock deep in her very wet pussy.
