He stood in the woods staring at the house. The sounds of the impending evening had slowly started their evening symphony. Frogs joined by crickets and birds finishing up their daily activities provided him company as he stared at the house and waited. He had thought of making his outpost more comfortable by maybe making a bench out of the fallen timber in the woods, but thought better of it. He did not want evidence for searching eyes to give any indication that his watch on the house was a frequent thing.
He heard the sound of the 18 wheeler sitting in the drive start, and his pulse quickened. "About fucking time," he muttered as he watched it slowly pull out of the gravel that it sat on. He stared at the lights of the trailer as it slowly moved out. He knew this was one of the driver's four day runs. Out to the coast and back. He was thankful for that. It would give him more time to take care of things.
He turned his attention back to the house, and watched for the sign that would indicate it was safe for him to approach the house without notice. The last thing he needed was to attract attention to his approach. The porch light came on, and it was the signal he was looking for and he slowly made his way to the house.
She didn't wait for him to even fully leave the drive before she shed her clothes. She was never so glad to see the big rig pull out of the drive as she was tonight. For the last week she dodged his advances. It was getting harder to submit her body to him. His two minutes of grunting on top of her followed by the sounds of his snoring no longer were acceptable. She smiled to herself as she wondered if he really knew what she was capable of sexually it would blow his mind. She headed up to the shower, and on her way up turned on the porch light. She had no plans to come back downstairs tonight. She peeked in on her three young sleeping children, and headed for the shower and the warm cascade of soothing water that awaited her.
He tried the door and found it unlocked. "How thoughtful of her to make it so easy," he muttered under his breath. He spied the pile of clothes on the floor of the living room, and noticed all the lights downstairs were off. She obviously had no plans of returning downstairs. That suited him just fine. He quietly made his way up the stairs. He did not have to creep up the stairs; he knew the water from the shower would cover any creaks the old steps would make. Two of doors were shut, and he knew those were the rooms her children shared. The door to her bedroom was open, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Gently, he pushed open the door to the bathroom with one hand as he undid his belt with the other. Ready or not she was about to have company in the shower. He hoped she did not make much noise. The kids waking up would ruin his plans.
The warm water was soothing, and she let it run down her back. She stood there, her skin tingling from the water hitting it. She ran her hands down the sides of her face, and moved down her body. They stopped at her breasts. Full of milk for the baby, and the nipples were huge. The warm water had relaxed her to the point that milk droplets from each nipple dripped from her touch. It would not be much longer, and the baby would have to be weaned. It would disappoint someone when that happened, but the little guy could not nurse forever. Her hands continued their journey down her body. She was not slender like the models, and knew she never would be. Three kids were hard on a body. That said, she did not think she was hard on the eyes. She had nice tits (having been told this on more than one occasion), curves in the right places, and what she thought to be a pretty nice ass. She ran her hand down to her thighs. She felt the start of the return of pubic hair, and knew she was going to make it smooth again. Her fingers moved between her pussy lips. She did not need to feel there to know she was wet. She had been wet for most of the day. Her fingers lightly danced over her clit which was swollen, and suddenly the shower curtain was thrown back.
"No touchy for you there, it's all mine," the man said.
"It's about fucking time," the woman responded without even opening her eyes. "What did you do crawl here or what?"
"I must have missed the memo that you were in heat," he answered with a chuckle. "Are you gonna kiss me or what?"
Her eyes opened and she smiled. The smile started with her lips, but was highlighted by the glow in her eyes as she pulled him close and under the stream of water. "God, I have missed you," she murmured as there lips touched. Her arms around his neck, he pulled her closer, and his tongue gently licked her full lips. Her tongue found his, and they worked into each others mouth.
"Has it been forever or is it just me?" she asked stepping back.
"Has been forever," he answered as his hands pushed her long blonde wet hair back from her face. "So he is really gone for four days?"
"He better be. I had to tell him I had a yeast infection so he would quit trying to get in pants," she said with a giggle.
"You are such a naughty girl Erin. I think you should be spanked," he said with a grin.
Erin looked at him. He was tall with blonde sandy hair. His green eyes sparkled when he looked at her, and she loved it. His hands knew his way over her body, and they were gently hands. She liked holding his hand while she slept. It made her feel safe, and loved like she knew love should be.
"Well, my dear if you are good you can spank me. If you are bad you can spank me harder," she said with a wink. "So how free will you be the next few days?
"My darling bride seems to be working a lot," he chuckled. "In fact, she has worked every day for the last six months. I think I am open for you time." He knew she was screwing one of the doctors at the hospital she worked at, and had stopped caring a long time ago. In some of his more reflective moments, he wondered if he really had cared at all.
"Oh Scott baby, I am so sorry you have to put up with that," she said as she traced a finger down his muscular chest. "I would be lying though if I didn't say I am glad it gives me more time with you."
"You look beautiful all wet," he said as his eyes roamed over her naked body. He zoomed in on her full tits. He saw traces of the milk that had been dripping from the thick nipples, and he lowered his head and started to suck. He heard the moan escape her lips, and he sucked harder. He loved the sweet taste of the milk and he sucked hard to get enough to swallow in his mouth.
"Do the other one," Erin commanded. He moved over to the other nipple and repeated his sucking until again his mouth had enough to swallow. She could feel her pussy spilling its wetness down her leg. "Will you shave me smooth?" she asked.
Scott sat down in the tub, and she handed him the shaving cream and a new razor. She loved how it felt to have him shave her. Every time he did it for her, she was amazed at how gentle and careful he was. She knew it drove him wild to have her smooth, and she did it only for him. She felt the coolness of the shaving cream on her skin, and her now swollen pussy lips. She felt the touch of his fingers as he guided the razor into the folds around her opening and clit. His fingers would touch her throbbing clit, and she would shudder. "Oh my," Scott whispered, "Houston, we have a flood here."
"Hurry and finish baby," she commanded. "I really have to pee."
"Well then I guess I will slow down and make you wait. Hear that water running. Think of a waterfall," he teased.
