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Then he drops his hands and steps back. A deep purple vein streaks across his forehead. I drop my hands.
“Sorry about that,” he says, and without looking at me, turns and strides to his room.
***
It’s fifteen minutes later, and my pussy is still throbbing with need. I’m in bed with the lights off, trying to fall asleep. My mind is too alert to sleep. I reach for my phone and text Jessica.
Me: Are you awake.
Jessica: I am now.
Me: Call me.
Jessica. Give me a minute.
The phone vibrates a minute later.
“This had better be good,” she says, and I immediately feel guilty.
It was thoughtless to ask her to call at almost midnight. She’s been busy all day running after her boys, and here I am, interrupting her much needed sleep.
“Actually, no. We’ll talk tomorrow. Nothing urgent, it was just me being dramatic.”
“Too late. Hey, it’s fine. I’m loving living vicariously through you.”
I tell her everything that happened after dinner up to hugging for an indecently long time.
“He wants you too,” Jessica declares.
“So, what is stopping him? I’m ready and not exactly hiding it.”
“You need to do more,” Jessica says. “Wear a skirt tomorrow and no panties.”
“What? I can’t walk around naked,” I hiss.
“Of course not. You’ll slip off the panties when Isaac goes to bed.”
We talk a little longer and then say goodnight. My heart pounds as I think of Jessica’s plan. I’m not sure I’m that brazen. What if it doesn’t work, and I end up annoying him? I might lose my job. I don’t need the money, but being with them is filling a hole that was in my heart. I love Isaac too, and I enjoy his company. I fall asleep without deciding whether to go through with it or not.
Chapter 7
Brad
I read Isaac a bedtime story, and by the time I’m finished, he’s snoring softly. I sit staring at him, taking in the wonder of having a son. He’s growing so quickly. I push strands of hair from his face. When I look at him like this, I don’t understand how Brenda could have just gone. She’s missed so much of his life now. How can she sleep at night? I push away thoughts of my ex-wife.
I tuck the bedding around him, kiss his forehead, and pad out of the room. I go into a cabinet in the kitchen where I keep my toolbox. During dinner, Mila said something about a loose nut in her bed, and I promised her I would check it out. My heart pounds hard against my chest as I knock on her door. There’s no response, but I can hear the sound of the shower. I stand outside her door, wrought with indecision.
I could be in and out before she’s done showering. I push the door open and enter tentatively. I pass the bathroom door, and immediately, an image of naked Mila springs to mind. I close my eyes as I visualize her soaping herself down, scrubbing between her legs…and I wish I’m the one doing it.
I imagine the water spraying us as I part her legs and rinse her pussy. And then just to make sure it’s clean, I’d get to my knees and eat her pussy. Light, gentle strokes at first and then with the abandon of a man who has not been near a woman in years.
Her sweet voice would scream my name, begging me not to stop. I’d slip my tongue into the heat of her pussy, fucking her with my tongue until she comes. She’d think it was over, but that would just be the beginning. I’d gently turn her around; run my hands over her gorgeous ass before pushing her lower.
I’d feel her pussy with my finger, playing with her clit, and then when she’s ready, plunge my cock into her pussy. She’d scream as my cock fills her. It’s heaven. I fuck her in slow and leisurely thrusts.
Harder!
I don’t rush it. A beautiful body like Mila’s needs to be worshipped and enjoyed. I run my hands over her beautiful back, snake around to give some attention to her nipples, and then grip her waist as she starts trembling.
The shower goes off, jolting me back to the present. I look down. I’m rigid. I try to arrange my cock to hide the effects of my fantasy. My hands are shaking as I pull down the bedding and mattress. I lie down on the floor and begin tightening the nuts and bolts that hold the bed together. The bathroom door opens, and I see her between the gaps of the bed rails.
She sees me immediately. “Hi.” She’s wrapped a white towel around her. There’s too much soft skin showing.
“I’ll continue when you finish dressing,” I tell her and move to get up. My cock is beginning to harden.
“Please don’t get up. I’ll just turn away,” she says.
