Nora gazed around her sheltered lot of ground and listened to the soft breeze as it wafted through the pine trees that marked the boundaries of her new home. They offered shelter from the ferocity of the summer sun, so very welcome on a blisteringly hot day. After the winter she had just been through, and her heating failing on the first day she had moved into her clap-boarded home, she was glad to sit outside and gaze up at the cloudless blue sky.
She had downsized, but not so much that she had compromised on where she wanted to live and what the property had to offer. She had money stashed away after she had sold the home, elsewhere in Colorado Springs, that she had lived in for so long with her late husband, Tom.
A housewarming party had seen the Mitchell family all gathered for a boisterous lunch outside on the new terrace that Ethan, her nephew, had spent so many hours laying for her. The previous owners hadn’t made much of the place, but she had seen the potential and had struck a hard bargain with the realtors acting for them. Ethan’s work had given him an insight of what was involved, and the cost, and now she could sit outside, be sheltered from seasonal winds, and enjoy the privacy that she craved. She was friendly enough, with her neighbors, but she sure didn’t want them looking in on her or to feel that they were.
The clatter of some metal object falling onto the paved pathway, out of her view, startled her and she sat up in the lounger.
“Ethan, honey, are you okay?” she called out in sudden and evident concern, and hoping he might join her for a while.
“Yeah, I just dropped the paint scraper,” he drawled in his deep voice that she had come to love. “I’ll come down off this tower and get it, along with a drink.”
“I’ll pour it out for you.” Some fresh lemonade had been made; a smaller jug filled from the one she kept in her cavernous refrigerator.
“Okay, thanks! And I’ll be with you, of course.”
She loved his devoted ways with her; she had always done so, but their companionship had changed after Tom died. Everyone in the family had played their part in seeing her through the anguish of loss. But, with Ethan the bond had been tightened in ways that she could never, ever, speak of, and that her first night in her new home had made passionately real.
Since that cold night which she had spent in his arms, and Ethan in her bed, they had pursued moments of raging passion, but such wayward trysts remained infrequent as they feared risking discovery if his ute was seen parked on her driveway for too long, or at unusual hours of the day. Ethan ‘called on her’ and never stayed over, but it was enough for her, and she kept on reasoning that he would tire of being with her and the secrecy involved. And, there was always the possibility that she would meet someone who would fill the aching void in her life that Tom’s loss had brought upon her. Ethan was no replacement for him, but he sure brought pleasure and the company she so sorely needed when her spirits took a dip.
She caught sight of him out of the corner of her eyes as she checked her reflection in the living room window. Her white camisole top was perfect for the sun, the plunging round neckline a bit risqué, but he had seen her with nothing on, and she was in her yard. A see-through blouse hung open, the sleeves unbuttoned, and her pink flannelette shorts shaped her rounded tummy and were a little tight on her thighs. She had heard Ethan’s intake of breath when she had stepped outside to greet him, and again after he had begun to set up what was needed to paint the outside of her home and they had agreed on where he should start.
“I really out to pay you for doing this for me,” she had said.
“Being here and with you is enough, so I don’t need to be paid,” he had answered tersely and she raised the subject again. They had kissed in what was more than a greeting, but as lovers who had not been together for a while. “It’s warm and dry so I’ve got to work quickly and then I’ll have time to be with you.”
“I’d like that,” she had replied with a brush of her fingers to his arm, a touch that made Ethan stop what he was doing. “No one in the family’s saying anything about you being here so often, I hope?”
“No, and it sure has been a while since they would have something to talk about,” he smiled, reaching out one hand to touch the bangle that hung on a thin golden thread and onto her cleavage. “It’s warm…just as your skin is.”
“Perhaps,” she said, unable to stop the shiver of sudden longing that took hold in her and that his caress had aroused. “The sun may be the reason…”
“No, it’s because of you and the warmth in here.” He brushed his fingers lightly over the curve of her breasts, exposed by her blouse’s neckline, then reached past her and grabbed for his drink.
He gulped it down quickly and did not linger because of her restraining touch, but he did pout his lips suggestively on taking in how attractive she again looked. He was involved with an older woman whom he resolutely refused to acknowledge as his aunt. It just didn’t sit right, given the way he felt about her and what they had shared over recent months. There had been times, together, when he had wondered who the pursuer had been and the pursued, Nora’s taking of him at odds with what she said, of them having to stop and “to love each other differently.”
“I won’t keep you waiting for long.”
As he climbed the short ladder and stepped onto the deck of the access tower, he knew that he would get through the work quickly. Despite what she would often say, Nora gave in to her needs and would end up loving with him in ways that defied everything that they were meant to be to each other. The ache that he felt in his groin was the surest sign of how it was again for him, just as it had been the last time and the weather warm as it was now.
♥
The music, playing softly on the radio that she had placed on the rattan table by her side, seemed to reach her from a faraway place. She felt drowsy, and the parasol only partially shaded her from the intensity of the sun. The book she had begun to read, borrowed from the mobile library that passed along her road once a fortnight, did not hold her attention. She dozed, shifted on the lounger and she brushed her fingers over her arms, then her legs. The sunblock would be of help and keep her from burning. Wisps of her crinkly, blonde-grey, hair brushed her forehead as a gust of breeze caught it, and she reached back to make sure the grip kept the rest of it in place.
She loved the fit of her clothes and she wondered how long Ethan would work at painting the clap-boarded walls at the back of the house, the last task to be completed as he had done other elevations when he had been with her some three weeks ago. It was for the best, she knew, for him not to be seen around at her place so often, but she had sure gotten to missing the attention he paid her, and she’d decided to wear her sun-top and shorts in the hope of engaging his attention upon her once more.
She lazed on the sun lounger and brushed her fingers over her skin, as she thought of him, and just to be sure she wasn’t getting sunburn. Yeah, it sure was warm today and she chose to sit up and take a sip of her lemonade, leaning forward to brush one hand over her legs. The tanning oil had sunk right in, and her skin now had a healthy glow. The camisole blouse she’d put on would help tan her arms and the low neckline would allow other, more modest, blouses to be worn and no one would know that there might be a tan line across her breasts, the skin of her cleavage a little paler.
Her eyes fluttered shut, an image of them together, the last time, passing before her like she was watching a movie…
♥
“Don’t go burning up, Nora!”
A voice reached her as if from a faraway place and it was soon followed by a gentle touch to her cheek. Instinctively, she reaches up and meets a kiss on her lips, her arm soon wrapped around his neck, and Ethan’s unmistakable antiperspirant spray is breathed in.
“I must have dozed off…”
“And I got a chance to look at you, the lady in her blue sundress and a floppy hat covering her wonderful hair.”
Ethan shamelessly caresses the warm skin between her thighs, and she realizes that she had drawn the skirt up to her waist, her panties exposed. She knows this, now, because his fingers trace a slow path over her mound and she feels the material of her high-waisted panties in her slit, the rub of her pussy’s hair caressed along with it.
“How long have you been looking at me?” she asks with a teasing smile.
She meets his wondering gaze upon her, knows that her dress shapes her body, and offers her breasts no support. Wantonly, and with thoughts of him, she had decided to skip wearing a bra. It’s too warm to go wearing too much. Ethan’s body, his arms, and legs, are already tanned a nut brown. He’s stripped off his shirt and his shorts cover sturdy, hairy, legs. His torso’s lean and the hair on his belly trails down from his navel. It’s blonde and wispy and she knows where that trail ends.
“I’ve been looking long enough to know that I’m through with painting, at least for now.” He kisses her with a slow slick of his mouth over her lips, one hand stroking her bare thighs, from her knees up to the curve of her belly. They then brush over her mound, his fingers sliding along her slit in a slow and purposeful caress. “Have you got some time for me?”
“You know I have, though I shouldn’t say that.”
“Be quiet now,” he kisses slowly, his caresses already lighting the fire in her. “Let’s go inside….”
Her heart beats furiously, Ethan’s lust for her has never been kept a secret, and it has become explicit ever since that cold defining night some six months ago. She hurries after him into the house but hears the door to the toilet creak, but it isn’t closed. He’s taking a leak and she shudders on hearing the power of his jetting stream. Her nephew’s so darned horny and masculine. He keeps nothing from her, not even this, and dismay at lusting for him keeps raging inside her.
She waits and hears Ethan flush the toilet and wash his hands before the door is tugged open. He stands almost naked before her, his shirt and shorts in his hands, and his pouch briefs deformed by his erection.
“You scare me with how it is for you whenever you’re near me and we are alone.”
“But I would never hurt you, no matter how strong it feels when I’m with you.”
Ethan’s hands reach out and hold her neck before she is drawn to him, her hands sliding over his skin before they kiss, deeply and open-mouthed; their tongues swirling and probing as if it is for the first time they can act upon the undoubted lust that they arouse in each other.
“Ethan…Ethan!” she gasps, her senses overwhelmed by this passionate assault on her. She feels the press of his penis against her belly, the thin fabric of her sundress keeping nothing of how it is for him from her.
“I felt so horny seeing you dozing out there in the sun, your skin glistening. I had to let you know.”
“You felt that way just from looking at me?”
She still can’t believe how it is for him to have claimed her and then persisted in his pursuit of her and her body. She’s older and should be wiser, but how he loves and makes love to her, has swept all of her doubts away.
His hands sweep over her body in a caress from her throat and neck down over her breasts. They proceed to her hips, kneading the hollows just to be found there before he grips her buttocks. He caresses them and then his grip tightens.
“I never felt this way just from looking at you, but for the woman you’ve always been to me.”
“A woman of your imagination, or have I always made you feel so horny but the time was never right, until I lost Tom?”
“I’ve given you the answer to that many times.” He presses his lips to her mouth to silence whatever she wants to say next. He takes hold of one hand and makes her turn her back on him before it is taken to his erection. “Yes, touch me like you always do and so well.”
She leans back against him as his hands cup her breasts and she works him, paying particular attention to the domed tip of his penis that she can now feel poking up from under the waistband of his briefs. She shivers. It’s so long and thick and it’s not the first time that she wonders how to take him, but she has done so before. He’s just got to be patient.
“I’ve never gotten used to what you bring to me!”
“To you alone. No one else has gotten to me like you have.”
She understood that almost from the moment they first became lovers, the forbidden nature of their relationship something that, she cannot deny, excites her too.
They stand in her bright hallway, the walls covered by her favorite paintings, making out as if for the first time. Since the beginning of their illicit affair, she has known there are no limits to how he wants to love with her. Some days his lean face is smooth, and he looks younger and the stilled gaze of his eyes on her is impossible to resist. At other times, he hasn’t shaved, and it reflects his mood. Something in his work hasn’t quite gone to plan, or he’s juggling too many jobs at one time and he’s getting grief from customers. But mow, and for her, he’s intense and passionate, the press of his hard prick the surest sign, the only one, she needs to know how it is again for him to be with her.
The resolution she keeps on making, that she should not succumb and have him take his aunt, will again be broken. She feels wet, her panties cling to her slit, and the cramps of longing in her belly, and the ache in her nipples, are too much to deny.
“Come here!” he demands, and he gropes her buttocks roughly before he leans in to kiss her. Any dismay lasts for only a second or two before she opens her mouth and lets him in, meets his poking and slicking tongue as it swirls in her mouth, and she feels that swollen pole of flesh press against her belly.
She twists as his hands grip the skirt of her dress and he lifts it over her thighs until it can go no further. They have to stop kissing and groping each other. He rips down the zip at her back and she shrugs her shoulders as the dress is eased roughly from her body and slides down her thighs. He groans on seeing her breasts fall free and her nipples brush his chest.
“I…I can’t get enough of you!” he gasps, his hungering mouth kissing and sucking her skin, her hands in his hair guiding him. He keeps dragging his teeth over her nipples, stopping only to suck on them until she cannot bear to feel how hard and sensitive they have become. She is again lost in the moment and is overwhelmed by the simple pleasure from all that his s claims upon her bring. And all the while they grind against each other’s bodies; they kiss, and she draws his head down to her skin once more.
Whenever they break a kiss they look hungeringly at each other. She nods and reaches up to cup his face in her hands as he caresses her buttocks and holds her to him. Her panties feel so wet and her pussy’s aching for relief from the cramps of longing that he has again aroused in her, and that being possessed will again satisfy.
“Yes, I want you to love me again!”
He will see and feel her state of arousal as Ethan slowly pushes down her panties until they slide down her legs and onto the floor at their feet. “I love how horny you can be, Nora…the real woman’s in my hands once more.”
She feels it too, how wet her pussy had become from what he said and had done. Her panties felt to be soaked with her love juices and now she’s breathing heavily as his fingers touch her again. He knew exactly what to do. She might have a few minutes before he would bring her to an orgasm, but he craved to have her, and she could not stop the assault on her body. She began to moan, her body shivering as he slicked over her pussy’s lips with his tongue and he sucked hard on her clit, moved away and his fingers took over.
“Ethan! What are you doing?” she couldn’t help but yell, his claims upon her unlike any that had…
