Mrs. Adleson Chapter One Part Two

The indention of the bra leaving red marks in her skin.  As soon as the air makes contact, her nipples grow hard.  She is a thing of beauty, just like I knew she would be.  Using the towel again she goes back to the task of drying off.  Her tits jiggle with each movement, and bounce when she wipes them.  Dabbing her mound, she moves down each leg until she's dry.

Pushing down on the top of the bottle by the faucet she squeezes a small blob of lotion into her palm, which she rubs up and down her arms.  She squeezes another and this time messages it onto her legs.  She rubs another onto her tits, making them nice and shiny.  Starting at the base and squeezing them all the way until she finishes with her nipples in a pinching motion and repeats several times.

Rubbing some more onto her belly in circular motions, she moves back and forth between her breast and her crotch until she focus' on her crotch.  Messaging under and over her pussy until she brushes her clit.  With almost a look of guilt she scans the kitchen for Mr. Adelson, which I figure is asleep on the recliner by now, by god, I hope he is, I would hate for him to walk in and ruin this.  Biting her bottom lip, she touches her clit again and shudders.  Flicking it the next time, she exhales, and begins rubbing it.

My luck is usually terrible, but today it has turned.  I can't believe I'm witnessing this.  The fantasy of my childhood being realized at this very moment.
Finally, more comfortable with the situation, she rubs harder and begins pinching her nipple with the other hand, working her clit faster.

Breathing harder, her eyebrows furrow as she removes her hand from her breast and places it under the other, slipping one finger inside her wet pussy.  It's really wet, I can see her finger glistening in the light each time she pulls it out.

She's so beautiful and hot.  I never knew what she saw in Mr. Adleson. Very average, bald spot, overbite, with a little build and sleight gut, but she has always seemed happy around him, happy and cheerful. That's the luck isn't it.  Some guys have it all and for no reason.

Instead of rubbing her clit, she uses those fingers to spread herself open still pumping her pussy with the other, now with two fingers.  Man, she's working it now, I wish I could hear her.  I bet I could even hear her pussy, it's so wet.  I see a long string of her wetness hanging down from her middle finger about a foot or so before it breaks and drops to the floor.  Damn, this is hot.

I realize I have a massive hard on.  Well, of course I do.  It's already trying to free itself from my shorts again.  Come to think of it, that's what started all this, at least I think it is.  She's either masturbating because my exposed cock turned her on, or she's doing it because it's how she deals with stress.  I hope it was the first one, either way it all started with my dick escaping my shorts.

The storm builds in intensity.  The sounds of the crickets and frogs is replaced by wind and distant thunder.  Now, I can very faintly hear Mrs. Adleson, moaning through the glass.  Pumping her hips back and forth as her fingers move in and out of her wet pussy.  Spreading her legs as far as she can standing up, she gives up and sits on the floor, pulling one leg up until her knee is by her face, still working her pussy with her other hand.

She's really getting worked up.  Lifting her pelvis a couple of feet off the floor, then back again.  She looks around frantically, reaching up for the countertop, fumbling around not being able to see what she's grabbing.  Picking up a spoon, she looks at the handle, then throws it aside.  Reaching up again and finding nothing.  Frustrated she pulls her other hand out of her pussy and gets up on her knees, looking over the counter.  With nothing else the right size, she grabs the lotion bottle, placing it in her mouth, then returning to her original position on the floor.  Coating the rounded part of the bottle with spit, she inserts it slowly into her cunt.  Getting it about halfway in she grows impatient and pushes it the rest of the way.

Bucking around on the floor, pumping the bottle in and out of her, she looks wild.  Reaching up to the sink again, grabbing another pot from the sink, she pours it's entire contents of soapy water all over her.  She grabs the dish soap off the floor and squeezes it onto her, with her free hand rubbing it all over her tits, stomach, hair, face, pussy, everywhere, while still fucking herself frantically with her other hand.

She's going crazy now.  She wants to cum so bad.  It's been awhile, I bet.  She's getting really loud now.  I don't see how her husband doesn't wake up.  I peek through the other window, nope, still asleep.  Wow, heavy sleeper doesn't know what he's missing. Thank gawd.

When I look back in her window, she has a new expression on her face.  I know that look.  She's about to cum.  She's rubbing her clit with one hand and pumping her pussy with the bottle.  Her rhythm has changed from before.

Stopping and turning, she places both feet up on the counter raising her ass up to the cabinet handle.  All that's touching the floor now is her shoulders, back of her neck and head.  She's upside down, pussy aimed to the ceiling.  What the hell is she doing?  She inserts the bottle back inside her, pushing it all the way in and back out really fast.  Her gorgeous soapy tits are bouncing off her face now, her dark wet hair spread all over the kitchen.  Damn, she's hot.

Looking down, I didn't realize, but I have my dick out and stroking it from tip to base. I'm about to cum too.

Working the bottle at a furious pace, milky liquid seeps from her pussy dripping down her stomach and breast.  With one last push she shoves it in as far as she can then pulls it out.  Arching her back, her pelvis upward so that the fountain of white liquid hits her in the face and tits.  Holy Shit!!!

Her lust for herself puts me over the edge.  I can't contain myself. My cock is throbbing.  I erupt, spraying the screen and window.

By now it's started raining.  I don't care if I get soaked.  I can't get enough of this.  Four more burst shoot from her pussy, each one hitting her in the face, tits, and stomach as she pumps the air with her pelvis with each squirt.  It's even in her hair.  When she's finished cumming she pulls her feet off the counter, sliding down completely to the floor, rubbing the liquid into her skin from pussy to face, licking it from her hands and pinching her nipples.  Her breathing begins to slow as her thrashing becomes a gentle squirm.  Putting two fingers deep into her cunt, she slides them out and places them in her mouth where she sucks them clean until she appears to fall asleep.

I almost wonder if she is okay, but I can faintly see her chest rising up and down as she breaths.  I watch her for along time before I realize my whole body is pressed against the window with my shorts down to my ankles.  If someone happened to notice me through the darkness and rain from the road they would think I was a peeping tom which I very well am I suppose.  I quickly pull them back up noticing there is still cum dribbling from my dick.  Shoving it into my shorts I take a quick look around, the neighborhood seems almost deserted except for the occasional light from a distant house.

When I look back in the window, she's gone.  All that's left is the soapy water and her cum on the floor.  Fuck, I hope she didn't see me in the window.  It's pretty dark out here, but the lightning could have given me away.  I better get out of here.  Horny and worried at the same time, I run back to my parents house.  No time to tell them goodbye.  I jump in my car, start it up, and haul ass.

Not remembering the drive back I sit in my driveway thinking about the past couple of hours, so surreal.  The fear of being seen by Mrs. Aldleson or anybody for that matter is diminishing with with each passing moment, would've heard something by now I'm pretty sure.  My cell remains quite.  Turning the keys, the car grows still and silent.  The rain has slowed, but remains steady.
to be continued...