Online Book “Taking Chances” Chapter 11:
I looked in my rear view mirror to make sure Seth’s Jeep
pulled out of the museum lot behind me. We had decided to go to my house, and I
was suddenly nervous about having him in my space.
Courtney had worked the dinner shift tonight, so she
wouldn’t be there when we arrived, but she would be coming in later. I wasn’t
sure how to let her know not to disturb us. I wondered if I should tie a ‘we
are screwing our brains out’ scarf to the doorknob, but decided that was a
little crass. She would just have to draw her own conclusions when she saw
Seth’s vehicle parked in our driveway.
I was hornier than I ever remember being. In fact, I briefly
considered pulling over and having my way with Seth in his Jeep on the side of
the road. I pictured myself climbing through the door-less driver’s side and
mounting him in one smooth move. I could have him inside me, easing this aching
desire within seconds. I tapped the brakes, but at the last minute decided that
we would have more room to fool around at home.
I refused to acknowledge the idea that this extreme
randiness might be in any way related to my encounter with Sam in the bathroom.
Besides, I told myself, I thought he was Seth when we were in there. Any lust
that I felt for Sam had to be due to the fact that he looked exactly like his
brother.
Even though it only took a few minutes to drive to my house,
it felt like an eternity. I was so excited that my fingers shook as I tried to
work the keys in the lock of our mahogany front door. When I managed to open
the door, Buster thumped his tail a couple of times, but didn’t bother to get
up. Tabitha lit out of the room as if her tail were on fire.
As soon as Seth shut the door behind us, I turned and pushed
him back against it. I kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. When I
reached down, I happily discovered that he was already hard and ready. His
groan of pleasure at my touch increased my urgency.
“I need you inside me now,” I pleaded as I worked to loosen
his tuxedo pants. I freed him and wrapped both hands loosely around his thick
cock, enjoying the velvety smoothness as I stroked up and down the length of
him.
He whirled us around, lifting my dress and yanking my lacy
thong down. I stepped out of the panties and leaned my back into the door as he
lifted me over him. My hand guided him to my opening. I was so slick with
desire that he slid right in. I tilted my head back and wrapped my legs around
him as he kissed my neck and started circling his hips.
He held me against the front door with one arm as his other
hand reached down to rub over me. I was strung so tight that a few quick
brushes of his thumb over my clit had me convulsing around him. I cried out as
I came hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and ramming my body onto his dick
with every fiber of my being. His orgasm was powerful, and he yelled my name as
his body tightened and he spilled into me.
We stood there like that for several seconds, breathing
hard. Once my brain started to operate properly, I marveled at how strong he
must be to have held me like that. I wasn’t a large woman, but I certainly
wasn’t a waif. I preferred the word curvy, and he had held me with one arm and
a very large penis. Impressive.
After he lowered my feet back to the floor, I did a hand
motion indicating the rest of the house, beyond the entryway and said, “So,
this is my place.”
“I love it so far,” he replied, and we both chuckled as we straightened our clothes.
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