Chris closed his bedroom door and opened his window. The rhythmic chirping of the crickets filled the night like an alien symphony. He turned out his light and pulled his computer chair close to the window. His mind raced with what he hoped Jennifer meant by having something for him tonight. He could hear his heart beating in his ears with excitement and anticipation. The minutes ticked by as he waited next to his open window. What did she have planned for him? He had a vision in his head of her climbing out her window and sneaking into his; which was absolutely ridiculous since they were on the second floor with a twenty foot drop below them and no ledge for either of them to climb on. He looked back at his alarm clock and noticed fifteen minutes had passed. God, what was she waiting for? Maybe she'd fallen asleep and forgotten. Maybe she wasn't going to do anything and this was just some fucked up game she was playing with him.
'Will you listen to yourself,'
Chris thought.
'Jesus, you sound like some desperate teenager. Just relax, after all that happened down there, I don't think she's finished with you.'
Chris sat for another few minutes and just listened, patiently. He was about to go to bed when he heard the sound of a window sliding open. He snapped into a state of readiness and waited to see what would happen.
"Chris. You there?" came a whispering female voice.
"Jennifer?" he whispered back.
"Did you enjoy yourself downstairs?" she asked in a soft voice.
"You know I did. How about you?" he said.
"Very much, and it's not quite over, yet," she said. "I have to tell you, you got me so horny when we were playing. I almost took you right there."
"Well, I can come over and remedy that situation for you," he said, his spirit soaring in hopeful anticipation.
"With you mother directly below us. I think the bed squeaking would definitely wake her up," she said.
"Not if we're quiet."
"Yeah, I'm not the quietest woman in bed," she said.
Chris' mouth dropped. Images of her riding his cock as she screamed and moaned flooded his imagination. God, he hoped they'd come true sooner or later; hopefully sooner.
"You still there?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, my mind just drifted off there for a second," he said.
Jennifer giggled. "Really? What were you thinking about?"
"I was... uh... thinking about you being not so quiet," he said and tried to sound cool about it.
"You like a woman who makes some noise in bed?" she asked, her voice becoming thicker.
"Mmmm hmmm," he said.
"How were you picturing me not being so quiet?"
"I... um... was thinking about you straddling me on the couch, only you weren't wearing your p.j.'s, you were completely naked, except for your black robe," Chris said.
"I was wearing my robe? Was it open?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was wide open, and you were bouncing up and down on my cock. Your tits were bouncing and even hitting me in the face," Chris said.
"Yeah?" Jennifer went silent for a second or two. Chris listened closely; he thought he could hear her breathing heavier. "Were you sucking on my titties?"
"Oh you know I was. I had one nipple in my mouth and was bobbing my head just to keep up with your rhythm. My hands were wrapped around your ass cheeks helping you slide up and down my cock." Chris listened again. He could hear little moans and whimpers coming through his window. Fuck, she was masturbating. She was actually playing with her pussy to his words, and she wanted more.
"What happened next?" she asked. The anticipation in her voice encouraged Chris' narration.
"You took off your robe and wrapped it around my neck pulling me closer to your tits. Than I grabbed your ass real tight and stood up, my cock still inside you, and turned around so you were lying on the couch. I grabbed your legs and held them together to make your pussy tighter and started to slam my cock deep into your pussy," Chris said, trying to paint a picture for her.
"Oh fuck, keep talking, Chris. Keep talking," she moaned.
"Than I rolled you over and bent you over the seat of the couch. I grabbed a handful of your hair and my other hand grabbed a handful of your tits as I kept plowing into your pussy from behind." He could hear her moans getting louder and her breathing getting faster. "Can you feel me inside you? Do you feel me pounding your pussy from behind, my balls slapping against your clit?"
"Yeah. Oh, Chris I can feel you," she whimpered.
"Are you playing with your clit while I fuck you, like you're playing with your clit now?"
"Oooh.... Fuck... Chris... You're gonna make me cum," she moaned.
"You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me? Come on, rub that clit. Slip your fingers deep into your pussy. Come on, play with that pussy for me," Chris hissed through the window to her. He so badly wanted to go into her room, throw her onto the floor and fuck her so hard he'd pound her through to the first floor.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... OH, AAAHHH, AAAHHH, AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! HOOO GOOOODDDDD!" Jennifer's climax was so loud he kept looking over his shoulder expecting to see his mother burst in and demand to know what's going on. He listened out the window and heard her breathing start to slow and relax as she came down from her orgasm. "Oh, God. Oh, that felt good," he heard her say. "God, you made me cum so hard, Chris."
"Glad to be of service," he said.
Jennifer chuckled. "Oh, you were, trust me on that."
"I just hope you didn't wake up my mom with that orgasm of yours," he said, a bit worried.
"We'll have to see," she giggled. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed. Hope I gave you something nice to dream about," she said. "Sweet dreams, Chris."
"That's it? I can't come over and maybe we can play some more?" he asked. He was trying to keep himself from sounding desperate and realized that was a lost cause.
"Not tonight, sweetie. I'm sorry. But, don't be too disappointed, this wasn't a one time thing. We'll play again. Goodnight," she said. He heard the window close along with his hopes of having sex tonight.
"Yeah, goodnight," he said.
He climbed into bed and lay there for a moment replaying the events of tonight in his mind. He wasn't sure how this all started with her, but he wasn't questioning it, he was just going to enjoy it and ride it out for as long as he could. His mind replayed their make out session on the couch and he used the soundtrack of her masturbating along with it. In no time his cock was rock hard and he decided to follow Jennifer's lead as he began to stroke himself.
* * * * *
It still seemed like a dream to Chris. It had been two days since he and Jennifer had made out on the couch. He could still feel the pressure of her body on his lap and the heat from her bare breasts against him. Her skin was so smooth and soft like living silk, simply touching and kissing her made him feel like he was high. What made her even more attractive was how confident she was in her sexuality. He'd often heard how many women going through a divorce had lost a lot of their confidence in themselves or in how desirable they were. Jennifer was different. Maybe it was something ingrained in her from her career as a stripper that made her realize she was so sexy and knew just how to use her sensuality. Maybe it was something that came with age and experience; he noticed his mom was a very confident woman and dressed in a manner that wasn't provocative, but still turned heads. Whatever the source of Jennifer's confidence was, Chris found it extremely appealing. She had a take charge attitude and Chris was more than willing to give her the reigns and let her do the steering.
When he came down the stairs he heard the water running in the kitchen and the clinking sound of dishes being washed and stacked in the drying rack. When he walked in his excitement level jumped when he saw Jennifer standing in her black, thigh length silk robe. As she washed and rinsed the dishes from her breakfast her curvy ass jiggled and shook like one of those little dashboard hula girls. She had her red hair pulled up in a hair tie, which just did the impossible and made her look even sexier. Chris' cock got hard so fast he thought it might jump off his body. The way the material would come to rest against her ass and settle against her ass cleavage made him wonder if she had a thong on or nothing at all. Either way, he didn't care, he was still enjoying the show.
His cock had pitched a massive tent in his shorts and he grinned a mischevious grin. He crept up behind her and looked down at her still shaking ass. He almost gave himself away with laughter when the thought of yelling "Charge!" and poking her in the ass with his erection came to his mind, but he thought she might not find it all that amusing. Instead he slowly leaned his hips in to gently sink his cock in between her legs and wrap his arms around her waist.
Jennifer gasped when she felt Chris' cock head snake its way between her thighs. She tried to turn around but found he'd already pulled her into him and held her in a firm but gentle grip.
"Good morning, Chris," she said.
"It could be," he growled into her ear.
"Oh, really?" she said and leaned back into him nestling her ass against his hips. She opened her legs just a little and let his silk covered cock wedge itself deeper into her taint. She smiled when she heard him moan and grind himself into her. "That might be a little difficult to manage."
"Yeah?" he said. His fingers found her robe's tie and gently slipped it out of its knot.
"Uh huh," she said. She had forgotten just how good the feel of a man's strong chest against her back and his grip around her waist could be. She loved how readily her body responded to it.
