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 Older Woman/Younger Man - approx 38,000 words.  Story codes inc f
solo/voy/MF/anal



   And Here's To You, Miss Daniels

   Chapter One

   "Well, hell-o there," Laura whistled appreciatively as she scurried over
to the window.  "And who, sweetie, is that?"

   Naomi sighed at her oversexed girlfriend's obvious antics, shaking her
head in mock disgust.  "Him?  That's the neighbor's kid.  Joanie, his
mother, called up, said he needed some pocket money, offered him to mow the
lawn.  You know how unreliable my landscaping service has been recently."
She gave a conspiratorial wink.  "Plus, he's cheap!"

   "Well, he can trim my bush anytime he feels like it," Laura said with a
snickering laugh.  "And have you actually taken a look at your lawn boy,
Naomi?  That is no kid.  That is one sex-on-wheels, melt-your-panties, fine
specimen of man." She tightly clutched the control for the louvered blinds
with tight fingers, shamelessly ogling Kirk Rice as he pushed the lawn
mower back and forth across the expansive yard.

   "Laura, seriously, you're making a big deal over nothing.  He's only
little Kirk.  He's been living in the dorms at GulfCoast University, just
graduated with a degree in Chemical Engineering and is back home only for
the summer, staying with his parents before he starts his big-time
corporate job at Pharmatopsis." Having only spoken to his mother on the
phone, Kirk hadn't actually seen her young neighbor yet.  Made curious by
Laura's unbridled reaction, she moved toward the window to stand next to
her best friend.

   `My God, Laura is right!' Naomi thought.  As soon as she laid eyes on
him, she got a fierce rush just looking at Kirk's brawny body and muscular
grace, his boyish good looks made all the more endearing by the tangled mop
of unruly russet-tinged brown curls and beautiful greenish-blue eyes.  She
thought he could easily be described as a poor woman's version of Andrew
Shefford, that heartthrob British movie star, if that matinee idol of the
famously smoldering eyes hit the gym.  Wearing a pair of low-slung baggy
shorts that fit him sinfully well, hanging precariously on his impossibly
narrow hips and a sweat-dampened shirt that clung longingly to the sleek
bulk of his torso, nothing else, he looked incredibly hot ~~ and not from
the tropical Blue Bay summer sun.  The hefty muscles of his biceps bunched
and flexed as he pushed the cumbersome lawn mower like it hardly weighed a
thing, his richly bronzed skin gleaming with a glossy sheen of sweat from
the blazing sun firing off sultry mid-afternoon heat.

   Rubbing the back of his hand across his forehead, Kirk pushed the
wayward curls falling into his handsome face before unbuttoning his faded
chambray shirt and unceremoniously peeling it off his magnificent torso.

   "Holy Jes--" Laura started.  Then on a choked sigh, she added a very
indiscreet, "Oooohh."

   Both women shamelessly took in the tantalizing display of richly-tanned,
tautly-toned male flesh presented right before their very eyes.  `This can
not be little Kirk Rice,' Naomi thought dazedly to herself.  With a start,
she realized she had not really seen him since he had left for University
~~ a good five years.  He had interned at the prestigious Pharmatopsis
during that time and due to a friendly but cool relationship with his
parents, she'd never had reason to see little Kirk during the holidays. 
But now, she was realizing, there was absolutely nothing "little" about
Kirk.  She could not remember the last time she had seen a better example
of masculine perfection, His adorable face was one thing but when in the
hell had he filled out like that, become so...manly?  And get so damn fine?
She vaguely remembered hearing something about him being on the GulfCoast
University Swim Team, undoubtedly gifting him with that heavily muscled
physique, the broad shoulders corded with rippling tendons and thews, the
abdominal ridges she wanted to run her hands all over, those delectably
defined planes of smooth brawn that were his chest that she wanted to
touch...

   "God, he's beautiful." Laura's breathy voice cut into Naomi's naughtily
wandering thoughts.  "How old is this sexy creature?"

   "Oh, I don't know ... he just graduated University with an additional
year for the Chemical degree so ... twenty two or three?" Naomi replied,
feigning indifference, which was proving to be incredibly difficult,
considering she could practically feel the drool pooling in the corners of
her mouth, and that inside she felt as if she were on fire, the wet heat
igniting between her trembly legs.  Burning for her neighbor's son whom she
had known since he was sixteen and she had her ex had moved in next door.
Back then, she had been superwoman, raising their two teenaged daughters,
raising steadily through the ranks at ImagiCorp where she was now second in
charge of the entire Art Department, and dutifully supporting her piece of
shit ex.  A never-was minor leaguer baseball player with delusions of
grandeur as a sports agent, he had never been home, always away on
mysterious business trips, was never around to deal with her endless
travails with various landscaping agencies.  After relating her tale of
lawn-mowing woe to Joanie, Kirk had moseyed over the next day day, offering
his Briggs and Stratton for a reasonable rate.  She had happily taken him
up on the kind offer, appreciated his dependable service help, especially
when she'd kicked out her philandering husband only a few months after the
move and had to do all the domestic duties herself

   "That's not only well past legal, that's way into prime," Laura sighed.
"Does he have a girlfriend?  Some lucky lady got her claws into him?"

   "His mother told me he had a longtime girlfriend throughout University,
lived together the last two years, but apparently they broke up when he
graduated.  Something about her moving to Shanghai..." Naomi's voice
trailed off as Kirk made a strange contortion that set all the muscles in
his upper torso rippling, and she was only able to take her eyes off his
wide, expansive chest because his corrugated abs demanded her immediate
attention.  Though embarrassed by the sudden wave of heat that passed
through her body, she admitted this was an undeniable voyeuristic pleasure
~~ just watching him turned her on.  The simple realization that he had a
tattoo, just below his armpit, some sort of stylized tribal design snaking
down his side, definitely sexy, made her incredibly hot and wet.  She could
not help but let her eyes be drawn down towards the mouthwatering bulge
between his legs when he abruptly turned away.  And though she was awarded
another tempting view, the scrumptious feast of his firm ass cheeks
shifting beneath those baggy shorts and those two shallow dimples above the
waistband that made her mouth go dry, she still lingered on the titillating
glimpse of something thick and full in those shorts, undoubtedly a sight to
behold naked.

   "This is so wrong," Naomi said, noticing her breathing was accelerating,
suddenly hoping her huskier-than-usual voice wasn't filled with enjoyment
over the guilty pleasure.  It was so un-PC, ogling an innocent a good
fifteen years younger than her, a baby, for Christ's sake.  But the truth
was she suddenly desperately wanted to see him in the nude.  Well, what she
wanted even more was to have his rough hands on her swollen breasts and his
tongue on her tingling clit before his hard erection was filling her wet
cunny, thrusting deep inside her.  The wickedly erotic thought--and the
mental image it conjured--fanned the flames of her sultry desire, stoking
the torrid blaze that burned within her and she had to bite back a moan at
the mere thought of hot and sweaty sex with the young stud outside her
window.

   "But it feels so good," Laura responded to Naomi's previous comment. 
She shook her head and moved away from the window as Kirk, finished with
his task, started dragging his lawnmower across towards his house, her hand
pressed against her generous bosom.  "He's going to be the star feature of
my private fantasy tonight when I get off."

   "Laura!" Naomi followed her, shocked and, if truth be told, envious of
her girlfriend's candor, finding it very hard to act puritanical with every
inch of her feeling hyper-sensitive, the wisp of satin and lace against her
aching breasts and between her throbbing legs teased her much-neglected
erogenous zones, her mind racing with sensual fantasies.  "You can't be
serious."

   "Hell yes I'm serious, girlfriend!  Did you get a good look at him? 
Sweet Jesus!" Laura theatrically fanned her hand in front of her face
before hitching her purse onto her shoulder.  "Unfortunately, I have to get
going.  The fundraiser for the Blue Bay Symphony." She pursed her lips in
distaste.

   "You have fun." Naomi said teasingly, knowing how much her best friend
hated these formal affairs, before giving her a warm hug, watching as she
sashayed out the front door.  She tittered when she saw the leggy blonde
shamelessly leering at Kirk behind his back as he continued to make his way
back to his garage, completely oblivious.

   Laura had stopped by to hang out for a while before heading into
downtown for the fundraiser.  Naomi had gotten her two teenage daughters
out to her ex yesterday for their yearly month long visitation, and she
knew her sympathetic best friend thought she was a little depressed, which
was true.  Of course, Laura had also tried one last time to convince her to
go to the benefit concert but she would not budge.  The bubbly blonde had
somehow shanghaied half a dozen other mutual friends with undoubtedly
promises that had nothing to do with the allure of an acclaimed Hungarian
pianist's rendering of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto Number Five, but that
wasn't Naomi's scene.  Nor was it Laura's, for that matter, but that was
what inevitably happens when you fall hopelessly in love with and marry the
Blue Bay Opera House theatrical director.

   Despite her best friend's devoted marriage, there was no way Naomi would
have traded her life for the perky blonde's.  Yes, she was forty-one years
old, but she had two wonderful kids and an amazingly cool career, just
yesterday helping with the finishing touches for the poster campaign for
"We Are Legion", the new film starring acclaimed Australian actor Dirk
Roman.  She owned her fashionably-appointed house in the high-end suburb of
Pepper Glade, drove a brand spanking new bubblegum pink Flying Foxx, a
sporty convertible sports car from high-end French automaker Dajais, had a
reliable repairman on speed dial, close girlfriends to have dinner with and
could buy her owned damned diamond jewelry, thank you very much.  And for
the next six weeks, as much as she loved and missed Savannah and Madison,
she knew she would enjoy the freedom of doing whatever she wanted, only
worrying about herself for a little while.  There really was no need for a
man in her life.

   All was right in the world except for a wee little problem that had
cropped up with a vengeance lately ~~ she had not had sex in nearly three
years.  Ever since discovering just how treacherous her former spouse had
been, she'd engaged in a few shallow one night stands with men she knew
were never going to be Mr.  Right, only Mr.  Right Now.  Afterwards, at her
friend's encouragement, she had dated two other men, one a long-time
associate at work, another a highly-successful divorcee, but one had been
downright pathetic in bed and she split up with the other when she realized
that not only could she never envision spending her life with him, she
couldn't stand his childishly macho antics.  Really, who needed the
bullshit?  The heartache?  The drama?  Besides, her vibrator was much
better than all those losers put together.

   Now that Laura had left, Naomi locked the door and headed for the
bedroom, thinking of another one of the bonuses in having her daughters
gone for the summer: she could get off wherever and whenever she wanted and
right now she needed a release.  Emotionally.  Physically.  Sexually.  As
she padded down the hallway, her hormones jumping, she daringly reached
beneath the waistband of her dress and was only mildly surprised to feel a
gush of creamy moisture drenching the gusset of her leopard print panties.
She was in the midst of her longest sexual drought since she was 17 and
about to enroll at GulfCoast University.  She had read somewhere that women
hit their sexual peak in their late-thirties to early-forties.  She could
believe it because she'd never felt so horny as she had during the past few
months, evidenced when she gave her lusciously tingling clitoris a little
tweak with her thumb.  Glittering sparks of electricity shot from that tiny
button into her mid-section and beyond.  Great, she told herself, not for
the first time, I have reached my sexual peak and I'm living a life of
celibacy.  Thankfully, she knew she would manage to enjoy herself just as
she had so many times before.

   Quickly shucking off her restrictive clothing, Naomi left the discarded
garments in a messy pile on the floor as she stretched out across the
silken sheets of her bed.  She initially planned to retrieve her favorite
vibrator, Bunny Love, from the nightstand drawer, but thoughts of that
rabbit-shaped battery-operated device dissipated when the distinctive whir
of the hedge trimmer in the distance brought her thoughts back to Kirk. 
She was astonished at the intensity of her attraction for him partly
because she had dated and slept with older men all of her life,
particularly those in positions of corporate power.  There was something so
sexy to her about a man who'd been around the block.  She'd been initially
attracted to her ex when he'd been a rising young corporate star at Alerion
Aeronautics before his pathetic middle life crisis need to reinvent the
glory days of his youth.  She'd thought she was only attracted to
professional business types, that she needed a man in a custom-tailored
suit to get her hot but the insistent throbbing in her pussy said she had
been sorely mistaken.  The hunky twenty-something Kirk was making her
reconsider her long-held notions of age.

   Libidinous thoughts of Kirk filled Naomi's mind, making her cunny surge
and she instinctually spread her legs.  Would he be skilled in bed or
awkward?  He probably had only a few years of sexual experience, only a few
different partners to test his mettle, but considering his relative youth,
he'd unquestionably be enthusiastic and she fantasized he might well be
uninhibited and adventuresome.  A man who would like it dirty, which was
exactly what she needed.  How long had it been since she'd romped with a
passionate, unrestrained, considerate man in the hay?  The two men she had
dated had been sorely lacking, one of them downright puritanical, the other
hopelessly inept, and even her sex had been distinctly lacking in nearly
all areas of the sex department.  Even her ex had been lacking somewhat in
the sex department and she'd married the guy.  Such a self-centered shit,
he'd been all about rutting like they were in a two-minute drill, once even
bragging about his habit of starting and finishing sex with her in the
extended commercial break for the seventh inning stretch for the nightly
televised Blue Bay Trident's game.  Pathetic.

   Banishing all thoughts of her ex from her brain, Naomi lay on her back,
her head arched back on the pillow, breasts swollen and heavy, her thighs
opened and concentrated on her new fantasy.  Kirk was someone she couldn't
have.  Or rather shouldn't have.  Maybe that was the attraction, though
deep down she expected there was much more to it than that.  Her pussy grew
wetter just thinking about him.  Laura had been right ~~ he was the stuff
of wet dreams.  The man was a prime hunk, pure sex appeal, much too young
for her, even though well over the legal age.  She probably should forget
about him, stay far away ... but damn it, she did not want to.

   "Mmmm," Naomi murmured dreamily, squirming along the decadently smooth
sheets, her slender fingers moving gracefully, desperately, one hand
cupping the pudding-soft globe of a breast, fingers circling a swollen
nipple.  She writhing, needing much more so she pulled her hand from her
breast, lustily sucked on her fingers, wetting them, then wantonly played
with her nipple again, pinching and tugging on the plumpened bud, spreading
slickness over her naked flesh and generating more erotic images in her
dazed mind.  His gorgeous mouth filled her thoughts and she imagined
feeling his slithering tongue on her, his full lips sucking her brazenly
jutting nipples.  It was so easy to envision his sensuous mouth sliding
through the narrow split of her glossy sex, kissing the slick folds of her
pussy so softly, so slowly that she was panting in no time.  She gasped out
in needy lust, eyes closed, clamping her lower lip between her teeth to
halt any further cries.

   Behind her closed eyes, Naomi imagined Kirk as she wanted him to be. 
She visualized his full lips on the slick folds of her cunny, rather than
her fingers.  His whirling tongue licking her, lapping at her.  Her curved
hips jerked in response, a lightning strike of galvanic sensation traveling
through her body as her greedy vagina instinctively contracted.  Her inner
lips were doused with thick dew.  It was so slick it clung to her fingers,
spilled onto her inner thighs, and the sweet scent of it made her
bloodstream rage with unfulfilled need.  She considered for a moment of
watching herself, her mounting pleasure, in the full-length mirror by the
dresser that she had strategically tilted some many months back.  She liked
to watch herself masturbate.  Maybe later on tonight.  She'd doubtlessly be
primed and ready again by then.

   Naomi could not help but wonder how Kirk would look when he made love,
and she instantly imagined her stroking fingers were his cock.  It would be
heart-stoppingly big, juicily thick and ready for action.  He'd hover over
her, gloriously naked, his remarkably expressive eyes intense as they
stared down adoringly at her.  The pampering hands roaming intimately on
her body, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple, were no longer hers but
his, his athletic hips grinding against hers, his oh-so-thick erection
nudging into her succulent folds in a sinfully scrumptious way.  She would
spread her legs whorishly wide, inviting him in, eager for him to explore,
fill her, fuck her.

   Her breathing hard, heavy, her need rising by the second, Naomi dipped a
finger inside her drenched pussy, gasping at the invasion.  Only it wasn't
her touch, it was Kirk's sure fingers, Kirk's caressing hand, Kirk's loving
cock.  If the temptingly big bulge in his pants was any indication of his
size, she inserted a second finger, then a third into her pussy, needing to
feel filled up.  The sumptuous sensation of being completed, in conjunction
with her thumb rolling over her swollen clit, made a sweet thrill, powerful
and erotic, race through her.  Her body shuddered from the glorious
sensation, sweet heat flaring through her womb, her stomach, her
bloodstream, causing her joyous pussy to flood with cream.  She was rushing
headlong towards orgasm and it had only been a few minutes.  Usually about
now she was just warming up.  Her legs stretched, muscles locking, toes
curling and her belly clenched, hanging on to the precipice of bliss.

   The titillating image of Kirk above her, bare chest gleaming with a
light sheen of clean sweat, his muscular body moving within her, made
Naomi's heart thump in excitement pounding harsh and loud in her head as
she stroked the tender knot of her clit, bunched fingers sliding deep. 
Mewling and writhing, breasts swollen, nipples fiery pinpoints of exquisite
sensation, her naked flesh sensuously sensitive, Desperation wracked her
body as it rarely had before.  Lust was like a ravenous beast lurking just
under the surface, crying out to be free.  Release, no matter how minor,
was now imperative ... and she knew exactly hot to get it.  She saw him so
clearly in her mind, his sexy eyes burning into hers.  "Oh yes...fuck me
good," she cried out, arched her pulsating cunny to his fondling fingers,
his deepstroking cock, and she relished every inch.

   Picturing his beautiful eyes and naked flesh was all it took.  Kirk's
name gasping from her lips, Naomi came on a boisterous rush that rocked her
to her molten core.  Her climax was a crashing wave, the tumultuous
breakers onslaughting through her undulating body, turbulent ecstasy
dashing through her nerve network in an assault of radiant rapture.  It was
much faster than she expected the lightning flashes of galvanic ecstasy
racing through her electrified clit and girlcum-sopping pussy around her
deeply pumping fingers, up to her churning stomach out her throat as
unfettered cries of wanton pleasure escaped her.  "Yes!" She arched her
back and neck, giving voice to those rambunctious pleasures.  "Ah!"

   After long intense moments of supremely enjoying the reverberating
erotic shock waves, Naomi collapsed against the cushions, breathing
heavily. "Holy shit, that was sooo good," she murmured dreamily to herself.
She opened her eyes and blew out a trembly breath, drawing her dripping
hand from between her legs and resting her fingers on her still quivering
tummy.  Damn it--that had been far too quick.  She had not been able to
fully savor the scrumptious fantasy of being with Kirk nearly long enough.

   `Guess I'm going to indulge all over again later tonight,' she thought
with a mischievous little half smile.  Lounging luxuriously on the tousled
sheets, she lazily stretched her arms over her head, her still tingling
body filled with the delightful sense of satiation only a toe-curling
orgasm could provide.  It was such wicked fun to think of Kirk this way. 
It felt so naughty, so forbidden.  But fantasize was all she intended to
do. She knew he would never, ever be interested in her.  She was the
middle-aged soccer mom of two who lived next door.  She certainly was not
the young, wanton sex goddess with perfect skin, perky boobs and sleek
curves that he undoubtedly was accustomed too.  She did not lead a
particularly glamorous life, was such a suburban mom, it was downright
cliché.  And besides ... if just imagining him did that to her, she
wondered what would happen if he actually did touch her?  Maybe she was
crazy.  Fantasy seemed like the coward's way out.  But fantasy was also
much less complicated.

   A sudden, unwelcome sound penetrated Naomi's musings: a rapping at the
back door that startled her, making her sit up with a start.  It was
persistent, almost angry.  `Now who in the hell could that be?' she
thought, aggravated by the intrusion.  "Damn!" she cursed under her breath
as she quickly looked around, saw her crumpled panties and discarded shorts
lying at the foot of the bed and quickly pulled them on.  Shit, it had to
be Kirk!  What could he want?

   Naomi hurriedly buttoned up her clothing, giving her mussed hair several
quick pats as she scampered to the kitchen.  When she saw Kirk through the
French doors, standing on her back porch, a maddening shiver of reignited
sensation simmering in her loins flustered her.  Turning the lock, she
opened the door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil she felt,
trying to keep her eyes focused on his handsome face.

   She didn't want him to notice her scoping him out.  Having Kirk in front
of her wearing those sexy shorts and nothing else overloaded her already
fried synapses.  Her treacherous eyes wandered over his broad chest,
burnished coppery skin stretched taut over brawny thews, catching a
tantalizing glimpse of his mysterious tattoo.  She noted the curling dark
hairs between his chiseled pecs, the smudged fuzz continuing down,
bisecting the ridges of his abdominals and snaking temptingly downwards to
where something good nestled, awaiting her hands, her mouth...

   "Hi there, Miss Daniels." His earnest smile was decidedly and
endearingly cute.  He smelled of newly cut grass and fresh sweat, an
exhilarating scent for her already short-circuited senses.

   "Please, Kirk, call me Naomi." She actually blushed when her eyes met
his penetrating stare and she could feel a warm sensation spread across her
cheeks while a different kind of heat started burning, one that she
desperately tried to pretend was not downright sensuous.  Right now, with
him so intimately close, everything seemed sexual.  For Sweet Christ's
sake, even the smell of cut grass was turning her on!

   "Okay, Naomi." That adorable beamed as he absentmindedly pushed through
his dense hair, fingers threading through the lavish softness.  "I'm done
with your lawn." He cocked his behind him at the hedge trimmer propped up
against the fence post.  "I mowed the front and back yards like you asked.
I also trimmed your bush in the front yard, the one that was starting to
cover the window, because that bush looked like it needed some attention.

   Naomi couldn't help but giggle, felt her flushed face go cherry red. 
`Thank God he's not psychic,' she tittered to herself.  `This young cutie
would faint dead away.  Trim my bush?  Oh, how I want...'

   She drew an only-slightly-shaky sigh and leaned against the door.  "I
really want to thank you for you doing all this work, Kirk, I don't know if
your mother told you about my ongoing problems with the landscapers so I
appreciate all you've done, especially since it's so hot outside."

   "Aww, s'alright.  I was planning on hopping in the pool a when I got
home anyway."

   The pool.  How could she forget that not only did the Rices have a pool,
as everyone else in this neighborhood did, but was also completely in view
from the guest bedroom?  She could watch him half naked at her leisure in
privacy Or, maybe one sultry midnight, she'd wake up and catch him swimming
in the nude, catch a sneak peek of his naked ass in the moonlight or, even
better, see exactly how well hung this young stud really was...

   God.  She was thinking like a horny schoolgirl!  This man was her
next-door neighbor's child, not some boy toy for her to romp in the hay
with at her whim.  Not like she ever did that sort of thing, but still.  He
wasn't interested anyway.  There was no way he could be.

   "You want something to drink?" The offer came out before Naomi could
stop it.  Sighing again, she opened the door wider for him as he strolled
into her kitchen as if it were his own.

   "Yeah, sure.  Bottled water, if you have it."

   "One bottled water on its way." Her normally smoky alto voice came out a
little high-pitched and she hastily beat a retreat by heading for the
refrigerator, opening the door.  Maybe standing in front of it would cool
her overactive hormones.  But then she heard him approach and stop directly
behind her and her knees went weak.  She grabbed a bottle of water and
turned to hand it to him, her fingers brushing against his when he took it.
A shimmering tingle of sensual awareness resonated up her arm at his most
innocent touch ... but then she noticed something, a flash, no, just a
flicker in those remarkably communicative eyes, a telltale twitch in his
body.  Maybe this did have possibilities...

   "Thanks." He twisted the lid and titled his head back, taking a long
swig from the bottle.  It was then she noticed how full his lips were, how
they wrapped so sensuously around the neck, the way His Adam's apple bobbed
with every swallow, the way his bullish neck strained.  Her mouth went
parched dry, her panties went suddenly wet.  All from watching him drink.

   "That was refreshing.  I really needed that." He casually wiped his
mouth with the back of his free hand, inhaling deep.  He smiled at her
again, his eyes dropping from her face to the vicinity of her ample chest,
lingering.  Glancing down, she noticed that not only had her top shifted to
accentuate her full cleavage but also her nipples had swollen to the size
of thimbles, the pudgy points jutting audaciously into the silky fabric of
her lacy bra and gauzy pale pink tank top.  A very old tank top she usually
only wore to sleep in, since the fabric was so flimsy.  If she had been
wearing the tank top and no bra like she usually did, he'd see the
distinctive burgundy color of her aroused nipples, the fabric was so
transparent.  The erotic thought aroused her beyond reckoning and she tried
to keep from squirming.

   "Well...thanks, Naomi." His eyes lifted, met hers once more and she felt
pinned by his near-hypnotic gaze, convinced he was subtly flirting with
her. Those eyes she had noticed the first time she met him all those years
ago, they were so mesmerizing.  They were a man's eyes now, more
intelligent, more intense.  Fringed with thick, dark lashes, the vivid
color almost unnatural, they watched her intently, blatantly assessing her.

   Naomi could not move, could barely breathe, trying desperately to
maintain a dispassionate demeanor.  She still seemed unable to get over the
sexy way he said her name.  "You're welcome," she finally said when it
seemed he was waiting for her to respond, trying to sound casual, hoping
her self-consciousness did not show, sure that her flushed cheeks gave her
away.  "Though I should probably be the one thanking you, since you mowed
my lawn."

   Kirk shook his head, squeezing the near empty water bottle in his hand
so hard the plastic crumpled under the forceful grasp.  "Anytime." He
walked out the still open back door, tugging it shut behind him.  She
watched him through the window as he grabbed the hedge trimmer and lugged
it back towards his parents' garage.  When he was out of sight she slumped
against the kitchen counter, the sound of her heart's rapid beat a dull
roar in her ears.

   Naomi had never thought of Kirk Rice in a sexual manner before today. 
Never, ever, ever had she thought of him that way.  Of course, she had not
seen Kirk in a long time and he had changed.  A lot.  The girls on the
GulfCoast University campus probably swooned at his feet.  He could have
any woman he wanted.  What would he want with a forty-one-year-old divorced
mother of two?  He probably liked his women young, firm and gorgeous.  She
wasn't any of those things.  She was Naomi, the nice next-door neighbor. 
She couldn't be Naomi the sexual seductress, insatiable kinky cougar who
lured younger men to her bed.  No way, no how.

   Chapter Two



   Kirk sighed as he tossed himself onto his bed and grabbed the remote
control, turning on the TV.  As he flipped aimlessly through the channels,
he thought that he had only been home a week and already knew what a
colossal blunder he had made agreeing to the arrangement.  Though all of
his buddies had warned him it was a mistake moving back home, his first
thought had been living with his parents for a couple months was a great
way to save on rent before he started his new job for Pharmatopsis at their
international training facilities in Toronto.  He'd be able to come and go
as he wished, hang out with his old neighborhood friends, maybe bang a
couple of impressionable highschool girls.  But so far, it had done nothing
but suck.  While his workaholic-as-always parents were no hassle, he found
the ditzy, giggling schoolgirls that had once held his interest now
interminably tedious.  That left him little to choose from besides the
skeezy girls who hung out at sleazy bars like The Bottom's Up and he really
had no interest in picking up a sexually transmitted disease.  No, what he
really was interested was ...

   Turning the TV off, Kirk sat up, glancing out the window that overlooked
Naomi Daniel's house.  His mind drifted to yesterday when he'd seen his
neighbor bent over, fishing something lodged in the filter in her pool the
other day.  Seeing the lavish curves of surprisingly heart-shaped ass
pressing insistently against the straining fabric of her well-worn shorts,
he had caught an instant hard-on, catching him off guard.  Truth was, he
was only mildly surprised ~~ he had always thought she was a bona fide
milf, had certainly masturbated once or twice or fifty times when he was a
teenager to thoughts of her.  When she'd first moved into the house next
door, she had been the consummate corporate-styled soccer mom, a little
hectic, but she'd always been so sweet, always so appreciative on those
rare occasions when he'd helped her out.

   Then there was the way she had looked at him this afternoon in her
kitchen, looked at him the way a woman looks at a man with interest.  The
mere thought of the way she bashfully turned her head, that coquettish
thing all women seem to be innately born with, sent his penis twitching in
his boxers, adrenaline surging through his body at the fantasy of taking
her right there on the countertop in her perfect little kitchen.  Sucking
on those ripe nipples he could not help but notice had plumpened before his
very eyes.  He broke out in a sweat all over again and it had nothing to do
with the sultry heat outside.  It was all about his sexy neighbor.  Naomi.
Just thinking about the way Miss Daniels she asked her name gave him an
erection.  He wondered what she would do if he went over there right now,
bent her over that ridiculous seafoam green chair of hers and fucked her
silly.  He had a sneaking suspicion, feeling, judging from what he had
seen, flush in her face, that twist of her hips she done, that she might
like it, might even beg for more.

   Those potently erotic images only intensified when he saw the lights of
one of the bedrooms flash on and saw Naomi enter.  He sat up straighter,
watching as she went to the dresser and took off her necklace, tossing the
jewelry onto top of the dresser.  Kirk shook his head, befuddled.  That was
the younger daughter's bedroom.  He knew it well, remembering how she'd had
endless posters of that group cheesy pop group Boy Banned plastered all
over the walls.  The master bedroom, where presumably she and her husband
slept, was on the opposite side of the house.  As he watched the housewife
walk around picking up clothes and tossing them into a hamper, folding
something and setting it on top of her dresser, he wondered why she was in
this room, then remembered the divorce that had occurred during his
freshman year.  He had heard from friends that that divorced women
frequently tried to purge everything about the ex from their lives, and
apparently Naomi had gone so far as to even stop sleeping in their former
bedroom.

   All thoughts of the cathartic process of the victims of divorce
disappeared from Kirk's mind when he saw Naomi reach underneath her shirt
and around to her back to apparently unclasp her bra.  His jaw had dropped
open, temporarily flabbergasted by what he was seeing, but now his libido
screamed out, `Aw yeah, now we're getting to the good stuff!' His hard-on
returned with a vengeance and he turned from the window to scamper over to
his steamer trunk, unhooking the latch then frantically digging through the
various and sundry articles, looking for it.  Ah, there it was, a pair of
high-powered binoculars he had purchased to more closely watch Jinny.  His
former girlfriend had been a member of the GulfCoast University women's
soccer team and he'd purchased it to more closely watch her when she was
playing one of her matches.  It had cost him more than he cared to
recollect, but as of this moment, it was worth every penny.

   Adjusting the focus, everything came into crystalline clarity just as
she turned away and tugged off her bra and tank top in one smooth motion,
throwing just like the girl she was in the general vicinity of the
clothesbasket and missing badly.  Then she turned around and Kirk gave
thanks to everything holy.  He'd never seen a mature woman naked and was
astonished by all her cotton-candy pink flesh, voluptuous curves and creamy
softness, the delightful vulnerability of her rounded tummy, the generous
flare of her womanly hips, and, in particular, her plush breasts. 
Sensuously fully and lusciously heavy, they bobbled delightfully with her
every motion.  Each buxom globe was crested with oversized areola of a
dusky rose hue and from their midst jutted big pudgy nipples.  They were
audaciously hard too, practically begging to be sucked.  His mouth watered
hungrily.  He wanted to be the one sucking them.

   Her hands went to the waistband of her shorts and she shucked them off
with one firm yank, panties and all, leaving them on the floor as she
stepped out of them.  He gulped as she stood in the middle of her bedroom
completely naked, leaving him breathless once more, absurdly fearing that
the slightest sound might disturb her and thus disperse his enchanting
vision.  Her curvaceous ass was generously full yet distinctly shapely, the
twin spheres pouty and lush, shimmying temptingly.  Then she turned once
more, displaying herself in her entirely.  He had half-expected the single
divorcee to have perhaps let things go to seed, but was happily surprised
to see she had kept her pubic thatch nicely trimmed, leaving little more
than a silky tuft of dense curls at the top of her sex.  And, my oh my,
what a sex she boasted.  He was accustomed to seeing the demure pussies of
younger ladies, little more than a silky-smooth split like an Easter lily
with perhaps just a teasing hint of the secrets hidden within.  Naomi's,
however, was a truly womanly cunny, a full crimson petalled hothouse rose,
the plush labial lips glossy and swollen, puckered up as if for a lover's
kiss to lick and suckle them into full bloom.

   Fumbling with the zipper on his shorts, Kirk jerked it down, drawing his
hefty erection out, the heavily veined shaft spearing out thick and long.
He wrapped his curling fingers about the beefy trunk, already so aroused he
could barely see straight.  He risked a quick glance over to his own
nightstand, saw the trusty tube of VasoLube he preferred, just in case
things got more intense.  As he watched her take a luxuriously long stretch
before making her way around the canopied bed, he stripped off his own
shorts to give his fully engorged penis some breathing room.  Feeling
himself bob in the air, he instinctively reached feeling his big balls
moving sensuously as he began to caress, stroke, much as he would like to
do between her fully-fleshed thighs...

   He was watching through the telescopic lens of his binoculars as she lay
across her bed and opened her nightstand.  Sweet Jesus, this was getting
better by the second because she had the House of 1,001 Erotic Delights
stashed away in there!  There had to be at least two tubes of what he
assumed to be lubricant, a few tiny bullet-shaped vibrators, a few things
of which purpose they served he had no clue and at least a half-dozen
dildos.  Those phallic-shaped sextoys ranged from a tiny silver metallic
one, to one that looked for all the world like a modified rabbit's head all
the way down to a pair of floppy ears to a truly gigantic looking dong that
he had a hard time any woman could take.  She bit her lip in indecision
before choosing the most realistic-looking one, if rather oversized,
probably molded from a real porno star's dick, he mused.  The latex device
was flesh-toned, sporting a lifelike glans and veins wending up and down
the rugged shaft, the only non-authentic feature being stubby nubs at the
base, most likely for clitoral stimulation he surmised.

   The sight of her taking the plummy dome of the fake penis in her mouth,
pillowy lips tightening about the flaring dome as she wettened the tip
before bringing it down between her suddenly splayed legs made him begin to
stroke himself.  Hot fucking damn but she must be horny, he thought as he
watched her flick the switch of the vibrator on, the mushroomy head of it
twirling around and around.  He'd had the privilege before of watching
women masturbate, was thrilled to discovered the intimate secrets of a sexy
lady pleasuring herself, but there had always been so much more foreplay.
She simply gripped the toy tightly with her right hand as she began running
the blunt-tipped knob along her silky-wet slit while her left hand began
boldly squeezing her beautiful breasts, playing with her erect nipple by
tenderly squeezing it between her index and middle fingers.

   As he watched her touch herself, resting the ball-shaped tip at the
weeping entrance to her pussy, Kirk suddenly noticed that her eyes were not
closed at all but riveted to a mirror in front of her, a mirror tilted so
she could watch herself!  The realization of this older woman's blatant
sexual adventurousness, if not already proven by her accumulation of toys,
really excited him.  He was a bit of a daredevil in bed as well, his
Chinese girlfriend having early on coaxed him into fooling around with a
vibrator when having sex more than once.  She used it skillfully on his
cock and balls during her lusty fellatio, which had felt amazing.  She had
even used it on his sensitive anus at the peak of torrid lovemaking, and
though he would have hotly denied it, the taboo sensation made the orgasmic
bliss all the more sweet...

   He watched Naomi's pretty features flush a bright crimson as the thick
bulb began to press inside her, invading her gaping portal.  Her mouth
opened and she clearly panted for breath as she slowly but steadily pushed
the rotating pink phallus into her slippery cunny, her back arching a
little off the bed.  Her other hand, which had been rhythmically fondling
her pillowy-soft breasts, pinching her nipples hard, now came down and,
holding beneath her knees, helped splay her legs until she was in the
distinctive crab-like position.  Both of his hands were busy too, one
grasping the tube of lube and squirting a generous dollop out on his meaty
rod, the other pumping his throbbing cock with squishy strokes of
increasing tempo.  A guttural groan escaped from his lips and he could tell
she was whimpering and moaning as she began to move the dildo in rapid
strokes between her satiny thighs, pumping herself deep, muscles
tightening, straining, the bee-stung lips of her pussy greedily clasping
the thick penile-shaped device skewering into them.

   His heart starting to thump loudly in his chest, Kirk struggled to train
his binoculars on Naomi as she lustily fucked herself.  Her slender fingers
were already saturated with her glistening cream, her little mound swollen,
the fleshy folds reddened from the ravishing she was giving it.  The dildo
was obviously less than satisfactory, but she was making due with amazing
efficiency.  Perspiration gleamed over her voluptuously undulating body as
she began to come, a fresh flow of girlcum spilling from her gooey pussy,
the incredibly sexy sight making his cock ache like a vicious wound. 
Slick. Slippery.  How easy it would be, he thought dazedly, to slam every
inch of his cock up that sweet, tight little sheath

   Jacking off wasn't helping satiate his restless hunger much, barely
assuaging his savage need.  His onanistic strokes were coming faster now as
he watched her writhe, seeing the blunt tip of the dong opening her up,
sinking inside the silky, hot entrance even as her hand in synchronized
motion zeroed in on her clitoris, knowing fingers tantalizingly pinching
the swollen bud.  The sight of her masturbating with such shameless abandon
was making him insane just as the sensation mush have been crazy-thrilling
to her because the moment she started mercilessly stroking that
hypersensitive nubbin, she started hunching and gyrating her pelvis.  And,
seemingly just to taunt her voyeuristic audience of one, she would even
occasionally titillatingly rub the buzzing device around her little
puckered anus, making him hold his breath in debauched anticipation,
wondering if she would invade that tight little hole.  She obviously wanted
to ... but she never did.

   Pearlescent pre-come welled out of the flaring slit of his throbbing
cock, drizzling in tiny rivulets down the purplish glans, and he knew he
was close.  He was going to come.  He could feel it.  The helical coil of
incendiary heat was suffusing through his loins, white-hot scintillations
of volcanic swelter rippling from his spasmodically twitching manhood and
up his spine as he imagined sounds of sloppy-wet thrusts and panting mewls
of "Fuck me.  Fuck me." he read off her lips wrapped around him.  He could
so easily envision himself between her welcoming thighs, stretching her
pussy, fucking her with strokes that left her screaming.

   When the pad of her hand crushed violently against her clit, Naomi began
thrashing about on her bed, her mouth slack, curvy legs trembling, her as
she fingers sinking the vibrator up her fist-tight channel in rapidly
building thrusts until she came with abandon.  His own orgasm began as a
flashfire at the base of his spine, balls drawing up tight against his body
as he played his cock like a finely tuned instrument now.  His own body
arched as his orgasm began to rip his stomach asunder, the eruptive
violence mirrored in the mushroomy bulb throbbing, his hips arching, then a
thick stream of creamy semen fountained from the tip, splattering on the
window.  He could not help but cry out his effusive joy as the rampageous
ecstasy stabbed through his nerve endings and sizzled across his naked
flesh in scathing assaults of tempestuous pleasure.  Several more milky
white bursts ejaculated out, coating the glass as he lost himself in the
billowing bliss...

   When Kirk's senses returned, he found himself collapsed on the floor,
breath still panting from wheezing lungs exhausted from the tumultuous
release.  Through his slowly-decelerating euphoria, he gazed over and saw
Naomi flushed from head to toe, her equally breathing harsh, trembling
fingers tenderly removing the electrically humming device from her
still-quivering cunny.  Then, glistening with the fresh floods of girlcum
that had drenched it in thick, syrupy juices, she took the toy up to her
mouth, the tip disappearing inside her mouth as she tasted her sweet honey.
He couldn't help but wish it was he who was tasting her, licking her clean,
loving her...

   Naomi Daniels.

   Maybe he should look for someone to take the edge off when he went out
tonight.  Some friends of his had suggested he check out Hoo Haw's, one of
the more notorious new meat markets in Blue Bay.  It had been a long time
since he'd had a nameless fuck ... but he almost immediately rejected the
idea.  The idea of anonymous sex left a bad taste in his mouth, not for any
moralistic reason, but he had been there, done that, and while it was
undeniably fun at the time, it always left him feeling hollow on the
inside. The only woman these days who didn't immediately make him think
shallow was Naomi, and she probably still thought of him as the neighbor's
kid.  Frustration mounted as he thought of being stuck whacking off in his
room the entire summer to randy thoughts and occasional glimpses of his
sexy neighbor touching herself.  Totally unfulfilling.

   * * * * *

   Naomi lounged lazily by the pool, a bottle of chardonnay nearby,
watching the dazzling summer sun's golden hue darkening as it set.  She
watched in fascination the daily miracle, seeing the clouds that grown
luminous with the falling star's radiance now beautifully tinted in vivid
hues of burgundy and crimson.  A sultry zephyr, cooled by the nearby Gulf
waters, breezed over her, inspiring her to close her eyes and take deep,
soothing breaths.  She could hear the gentle rustle of the leafy palms
overhead, the tranquil lapping of the pool, the rustling of her cat,
Sawyer, as the chubby feline stalked in the long grass, a hunt that would
undoubtedly end in failure for the ungainly tabby but hope springs eternal.
The delicate perfume of wild jasmine and the more exotic fragrance of her
planted jonquil drifted, mixing with the spicy undertones from the pepper
trees, creating a heady combination.  It was a night for romance, for
lovers.

   A chirpy whistle sounded in the distance and she watched in unabated
interest as Kirk effortlessly over the wrought-iron railing that flanked
the steps leading to his parent's front door, the chain he kept around his
neck tinkling faintly.  He looked especially striking tonight though he
wore his usual casual outfit.  A hipster retro T-shirt emblazoned with 80's
metal icon Carnage Candy flaunted every tautly hewed muscle and thew the
man boasted and baggy jeans that concealed those hidden attributes she
found most desirable.  She was so accustomed to the corporate look, stuffy
middle-aged men in three-piece suits, and Z's infinitely casual look was
more exciting than she could have ever imagined.  Just seeing him triggered
a traitorous tingle between her legs and her nipples to puff up.  As
always, unbidden sexual fantasies sprouted in her mind, brief, unsettlingly
potent images that flashed through her mind without warning.

   For the past week, ever since she had first seen Kirk out mowing the
lawn, Naomi found herself thinking about him all day long, perpetually wet
and tormented by erotic daydreams, terribly distracted at work.  She'd
given in to them on the second day, her mind no longer on the promotional
poster she was designing but imagining herself kneeling worshipfully in
front of him and hungrily sucking on his cock.  Before long, she would put
a hand between her legs and start rubbing herself with abandon.  And
although she came exquisitely hard each time, they never quenched her
desire, simply seeming to fuel it.  Her fantasies became more elaborate,
him sauntering toward her, wearing nothing but a luscious smile curving his
sensuous mouth, a seductive glow in those green eyes before he pounced. 
Consumed her with his voracious mouth, searched with those big hands,
thrusting his cock deep into her eager pussy.  However, the more she
masturbated, the hornier she felt, until she was perpetually as she was
then, feeling her slippery wetness spilling out, imaging his tongue
drinking up every spicy drop...

   Shifting position on the chaise lounge, a dazed Naomi managed to fall
out, tumbling gracelessly to the ground with a surprised squeal.  Kirk
glanced up, their gazes colliding, and her cheeks reddened in both
embarrassment and humiliation.  Goddamn, he'd heard her, got to see what a
pathetically clumsy fool she was.

   "You all right, Ms Daniels?"

   She glowered at him as he strolled nonchalantly towards her, leaping the
pool's wooden clapboard fence with an agility that would have made a
leopard proud.  Her pride kicked in and she was determined to adapt her air
of corporate supremacy she held at work, not the tongue-tied gawky teenager
he made her feel like.  "What did I ask you to call me, Kirk?" she said
with a mock-disapproving tone.

   "Oh yeah, sorry...Naomi." He emphasized her name, leaning against a
post, and for a moment she thought he was teasing her.  "Are you ok?"

   "The only thing I may have bruised is my ego," she responded ruefully.
She noticed the remote control she had planned on using had skittered
across the cement and she bent over to retrieve it.  When she turned around
to face him again, she caught his gaze lingering a bit lower ~~ as if he
had actually been checking out her ass.  Yes, she managed to stay in fair
shape for someone who spent more hours in the office and corporate meetings
than out of then, and she was glad her efforts hadn't gone completely
unnoticed.  A little shiver rippled through her and she shook her head. 
This could not really be happening, could it?  No.  It was all one-sided,
this attraction.  She had already had a half-dozen orgasms today, had had
to replace the batteries on one of her vibes, all while thinking of him.

   "What are you doing tonight?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of
his powerhouse chest, the brawny pectorals rippling with the movement.  Not
that she was noticing, of course...

   "Oh, I hadn't really thought about it." She struggled mightily to
maintain an air of nonchalance though she was feeling anything but. 
Knowing hoe feeble the effort was, she decided to tell him the truth.  "I
confess.  I have no plans, just watching a romantic comedy ~~ you know, the
refuge of any single gal."

   Instead of poking fun at her loneliness, Kirk flashed a warm smile, the
honesty he radiated making her feel warm inside.  "Why not go out with me.
Be lonely together ... with a couple of my friends."

   Naomi's jaw dropped open, astounded by his blatant invitation.  "Where
are you going?"

   "Hadn't thought that far ahead." There was that ridiculously cute
crooked smile, doing wanton things to her insides, setting her pussy all
aquiver.  "Meeting some of my boys and their girlfriends from highschool
for beers.  Maybe dancing at a club later" He shrugged his shoulders
noncommittally, then gave her an ear-to-ear grin, his ebullience
infectious. "Come on, you know you want to come with."

   "Oh, come on, Kirk.  You don't really want me to come with you.  I'm,
well...old.  And boring.  Besides, you'll be with people your own age.  You
don't need your forty-something next-door neighbor hanging around, trying
to act hip, which I definitely am not." She wrinkled her nose and laughed,
trying to laugh this all off as some kind of joke when she knew deep down
he was not kidding.

   If there had been any doubts about his sincerity, they were quashed by
the intense stare he bored right into her "First off, you're not old, Not
to me, anyway.  Second of all, you're a lot of things, but boring is
definitely not one of them." He cocked his head, assessing her with those
remarkable eyes of his.  "Say yes, Naomi."

   That sounded promising.  Sexual.  The resonant timbre of his deep voice,
had it gone a little huskier than earlier, she couldn't tell, definitely
made her want to say yes.

   "I'm not dressed for it." She said protestingly, glancing dismissively
down at her outfit.  A worn-out tank top and flimsy twill chinos with
obvious wine stains smattered all over them were definitely nightclubbing
style.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Change, into whatever you like
whatever you think is appropriate.  I'll be waiting down here." He kicked
off his shoes and, wearing no socks, sat down on the pool's edge and
started kicking his legs in the water.  Looking at him, such a boyish act
in such a mannish body, she could not help but smile.  The definition of
the casual man without a care in the world.  It was so tempting to pretend
this was something it really wasn't.

   He smiled at her again, gesturing toward the front door.  "Hurry up. 
First two Bully Frog beers are on me...  and I for one got a serious
thirst."

   Without hesitation, Naomi strode into the house and, the moment she was
out of Kirk's eyesight, rushed straight for her clothes closet.  Man, so
many business outfits but she had nothing to wear.  Nothing alluring enough
to make a young hunk cream in his jeans.  Her best viable choices were sexy
or slutty ~~ which should she go for?  She had both options, she was
embarrassed to admit, even to herself.  Maybe the pink gauzy peasant top
Michele had given her, the one with the secret cinch in it to flaunt her
bosomy chest?  No, that was way too desperate.  On the other hand, how
about the sheer silk blouse with the row of tiny buttons down the front? 
Yeah, that would work.  Covered her, yet was a little translucent, pretty
sexy.  She tossed the garment on the bed, grabbed her favorite butt-lifting
jeans and changed her clothes.  Her fingers actually shook as she snapped
the jeans closed, her tummy shaky with a strong dose of anxiety and
eagerness mixed with more than a little bit of secret thrill.

   She decided the best makeup was as little as possible so she chose just
a touch of eye shadow, a light dusting of blush and the faintest spritzing
of her favorite perfume.  Assessing her reflection critically in the
floor-to-ceiling mirror, she pinched her cheeks for added natural color to
the light rouge she had brushed on.  She was acting like a ditzy
highschoolgirl getting ready for her first date!  It was a few casual
drinks with a friend ~~ nothing more.

   Chapter Three

   "So, where are we going?"

   Naomi tried to keep her tone light and casual when inside she felt
anything but.  She had been looking out the window of Kirk's well-worn
Tucson pickup truck as he drove through the upscale neighborhood, trying
desperately to look at anything but him.  It was so hard, though, resisting
the urge.  His seductively masculine presence seemed to reach out to her,
drawing her in, and it didn't help that she could smell him.  Provocatively
spicy, freshly clean and incredibly sexy.  But when he reached over to
grasp his Buzzo Cola sitting in the cup holder, his fingers nudged against
hers.  Startled, she whirled her head and could not help but look at him,
admire the cut of his jaw and just a trace of bluish-black stubble framing
those finely sculpted lips.  When he curled his tongue along the upper one
in a silky-smooth glide to catch a wayward droplet, her heart tripped over
itself.  Terrified of her expression betraying her inner turmoil, she
turned her eyes back out, praying that no one saw her leave with him,
particularly Joanie Rice.  She felt almost guilty for having such nasty
thoughts about her neighbor's son.  Almost...

   "The Wild Rose.  Ever been there?" He shrugged when she shook her head.
"Just a roadhouse, a sawdust joint.  They don't serve imported, just cheap
beer like Bully Frog, some Dixie Dynamite."

   Naomi laughed.  "Dixie Dynamite?!  I don't think I've had that since
college."

   Kirk sounded intrigued.  "Tell me about it."

   "Oh, you're not interested."

   He turned, gave her an intense look.  "If I wasn't interested, I
wouldn't have asked."

   Kirk's seriousness took Naomi by surprise, and she found herself
relating the tale.  "One of my best girlfriends at GulfCoast was Daisy, a
real Southern Belle, who convinced a bunch of us girls to go see this
country group, Texas Twister, at a rundown bar.  The place was filled with
rednecks and cowboys but after a few Dixie Dynamites, we had a great time."
She smiled in fond recollection.  "Do they still call it Double D's?"

   "They sure do." Kirk laughed, a rich, full-bodied guffaw that filled the
cab of his truck.  "See, I knew there was something more to you." They had
come to a red light and he turned to face her, his intense stare making her
feel decidedly squirmy.  "See, I have to confess, I've always been curious
about you."

   His statement temporarily left her speechless, genuine astonishment
flooding through her.  "How do you mean `curious'?" she asked.  His
declaration did not weird her out: in fact the first thought that rushed
unbidden to her mind was `Maybe my fantasies are about to come to life!'

   "I like you, Naomi." Green flashed on the stoplight and he took off with
a high-pitched squeal of the tires, a hangdog expression crossing his
handsome face.  "Always have.  I really want to get to know you better."
His eyes never left the road and he suddenly seemed to be brimming with
tension.  "In more ways than one."

   Now what did he mean by that?

   * * * * *

   The Wild Rose was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday night, the
distinctive scent of cigarette smoke mingling with too much perfume adding
flavor to the raucous Texas-styled bluesy country music filling the air. 
Kirk scanned the booths looking for his friends Jeff, Todd and the others
but apparently they had not arrived yet.  Not that he was sorry for that.
He favored the idea of spending some time alone with Naomi, something he
thought would never happen in his lifetime.  Now that the opportunity had
presented itself, he wanted to take advantage of it.  Asking her to go out
with him had been very chancy, and he'd been amazed when she had agreed. 
Of course what he had really wanted to do was sneak in when she was
changing, catch her unawares, and take her right then and there.  Kiss her,
strip her, fuck her until neither of them could see straight.

   "Do you see your friends?" Naomi yelled the question up at him, trying
to be heard over the boisterous din.

   Pretending he had not heard her, he leaned down, his mouth hovering
above her ear.  Her luscious perfume wafted toward him, silky wisps of
auburn hair brushing against his face.  Letting his eyes drift close for
just a moment, he took a deep breath, savoring her.  "What did you say?"

   Her small hand clasped his forearm, petite fingers burning into his skin
as she stood on tiptoes and spoke directly into his ear.  Was it his
imagination or did her lips actually brush against his earlobe?  "Are your
friends here?"

   Shaking his head no, he stood up straight and smiled down at her. 
"Let's have a drink while we wait."

   "Fine by me."

   Naomi sashayed toward the bar and Kirk followed closely, sneaking his
hand to the small of her back to guide her through the crowded bustle, any
excuse to touch her.  The sumptuous curve of her denim-silhouetted ass was
below his hand and he was sorely tempted to allow his itchy fingers to dip,
enjoy her plump fullness....

   "Ooh, there's a place." He loved the schoolgirlish enthusiasm of her
voice as she rushed for a pair of recently vacated barstools and he sat
down next to her.

   "It's packed but I shouldn't be surprised.  Today's Wednesday - they
usually bring in some shitkicker band."

   Naomi waved her hand in the bartender's direction, smiling flirtatiously
at the affable man whose genial demeanor belied his roughneck clothes and
chatted him up for a few moments before ordering two beers.  Kirk liked how
confident she was, how sure of herself she seemed.  It was an incredible
turn-on.  Hell, everything about this woman was an incredible turn-on.

   Feeling his cell phone vibrate, he pulled it out, looked at the caller
id and answered.  "Hey, where are you guys?"

   "Sorry, man," his friend Ryan replied.  "I totally forgot that Jill has
those tickets for the new Jeremy Dallas movie.  She knows the assistant
manager of the theater or somesuch so you're welcome to come with."

   "We're already at The Rose so I think we're gonna take a pass."

   Ryan paused.  "What do you mean `we'?  Who's with you?"

   "Naomi.  My next-door neighbor," Kirk said, switching the phone to the
other ear and reaching for the peanuts to keep her out of earshot.

   "No fucking way!  The one you pointed out to me the other day?  The
hottie milf?"

   "Yeah, that's the one." Glancing over his shoulder, he caught Naomi
looking at him, a distinct shimmer of heat radiating in those bedroom eyes,
her sexily frosted lips pursed in a delicious pout.  She faced the bar
quickly when he caught her and hope rose within him--along with his cock.
He had been hoping to get laid.  He wanted Naomi to be the woman beneath
him.  The hungry look in her eyes said she was in the mood too.

   "I'll let you go then, man.  Don't forget to tell me all the
pornographic details later."

   Kirk snorted in derision and hung up, slipping the phone back into his
pocket and scooting his barstool closer to Naomi.

   "One of your friends?" She turned to look at him, a small smile curving
her luscious lips.

   "Yeah." He took a pull from the bottle of beer the bartender had placed
in front of him, trying to ignore the way his cock was steadily surging
upwards just from being so close to her.  "They aren't coming.  Something
about tickets to a movie premiere."

   "That's too bad," she said halfheartedly, like she did not really mean
it.

   "I think we'll have a better time without them." He wanted her to get
the hint that this wasn't about two platonic friends hanging out in a bar
chatting about innocuous, boring subjects.  No, this was about him seducing
her so he could fuck her all night long.

   Naomi's startled gaze met his and he knew he had surprised her.  "Are
you flattering me?"

   "Will I get inside your pants if I do?" He waggled his brows at her
comically, took another sip of beer.

   She went seven shades of crimson and stared hard at the worn oak bar,
her fingers clutching her bottle of beer so tightly her knuckles went
white. "Oh, stop kidding me."

   "I'm not kidding." He kept his expression straight this time, knowing he
was looking directly at her in a bold, almost challenging way and would be
treading a fine line between self-assurance and cocky impudence but was
willing to risk it.  "I'm serious.  Serious as cancer."

   "You know what I mean.  I'm a lot older than you," she responded, her
voice wavering ever-so-slightly.

   "That doesn't bother me in the least." He couldn't care less how old
Naomi was, though when he had learned her age earlier that week, he had
been honestly startled.  He'd always thought she was younger.  She sure
looked younger than what he thought the stereotypical forty-something
divorced mother of two must look like.  But he did not care.  He still
wanted her.  Really wanted her

   "Easy for you to say.  You're in your twenties." With a deep sigh, she
turned toward him, her beautiful face taut and her eyes serious.  "Exactly
how old are you anyway, Kirk?"

   "Twenty-three." Why did he suddenly feel embarrassed by that?  There was
nothing wrong with his age.  He was smart, talented and full-grown.  Hell,
he had landed a prestigious job almost two hundred other professionals had
vied for.

   She laughed, sounding a bit hysterical.  "Oh my God.  I'm eighteen years
older than you!  This so cannot happen, Kirk."

   "Why not?" Nothing sounded better than his name dropping from her lips.
Her sweet voice, the almost desperate note to it, tempted him to yank her
into his arms and hold her close.  Feel her surrender against him
completely, admitting with her body that she wanted him as badly as he
wanted her.  "I want you.  Only you" His gaze did not waver from hers and
he saw the subtle darkening of her eyes, the way her lips trembled the
slightest bit before she drew them into a straight line.

   Naomi released a shaky sigh, clearly frustrated...and maybe a bit needy.
Good.  He felt the same way.  "No you don't.g" God, her eyes were
beautiful, such a unique color, dark blue and stormy.  She was beautiful.
All that thick, long hair--dark and wavy with loose curls that tumbled down
her back--the creamy smooth skin that begged to be touched and her curvy
little body.  All of it.  Everything about her made him crazy with need.

   "Yes, I do," he finally replied.  He was sick of playing by the rules
his entire life.  He'd played by the rules of his last girlfriend, who had
always preferred him just so.  She'd often said precisely that.  "I need
you to behave just so." It had driven him fucking nuts.  Tonight was all
about him and his needs, what he wanted.  And more than anything he wanted
Naomi beneath him, naked and squirming and begging him to fuck her hard.

   Her lips parted and her pulse kicked up a notch.  He saw the subtle
pulse of it in the thready blue vein in her throat.  "We probably shouldn't
indulge in ... each other."

   Aww man, her choice of words, so coy and demure yet profoundly erotic,
were giving him a hard-on that could shatter steel.  He smiled slightly. 
"Who says?"

   "Me.  That's who says."

   "Well, maybe we shouldn't indulge in each other--but I want to
nonetheless." Reaching out, he grabbed her hand, marveling at how small and
soft it was clasped in his own.  Trembling fingers curled around his, her
palm hot, burning his skin.  He wondered if she burned all over.  He knew
he sure as hell burned all over.  Her thumb brushed against the back of his
palm, the tiny gesture like a direct stroke to his cock.  He was achingly
hard, desperate for her.

   "All I keep thinking about is doing it.  With you." His voice had
dropped about five octaves and he cleared his throat.  The woman was
driving him wild and he could not help but notice the little flare of heat
in her eyes that appeared every time she looked at him.  He especially
liked the way her hand felt in his, a perfect fit.  He had a feeling their
bodies would be a perfect fit too.

   "Do you really?" Her voice squeaked weakly.

   "Oh yeah." Kirk brought her hand to his mouth, pressing the lightest
kiss to the back.  Her hand was soft and fragrant and he was tempted to
lick her, nibble on her fingers.  They trembled in his grasp.  He heard the
faint gasp and he wondered if he was coming on too strong.  He decided to
ease back a bit.  "Let's dance, Naomi." He leaned closer to her and let his
chin brush against the top of her shoulder before he spoke next to her ear.

   "Oh, no, I really shouldn't." She licked her lips and it took everything
he had not to yank her closer and kiss her lush mouth.  Save it for later.

   "Don't deny me my one request."

   A delicate brow arched.  "I have a feeling this won't be your only
request tonight."

   He laughed heartily.  Such a bold lass.  "Well, at least grant me this
one and think on the rest."

   * * * * *

   A haunting ballad filled the air, impassioned words of a cowboy crooning
how he would prove he was the one, began as Naomi followed Kirk, openly
admiring the appetizing tautness of his flexing ass, chastising herself for
noticing, a perfect example of the confusing set of diametrically opposed
responses she was feeling towards the younger man's advances.  She had
appreciated the way he stated his intentions towards her, simple and clear
~~ a welcome change of pace from the men in her generation.  If things were
different, she would gladly make him smile in appreciation when she had her
wicked way with him all night long.  She turned away, not wanting him to
see the crazed expression on her face.  Lust.  She was in serious lust with
a guy she couldn't have.  Sure, he was trying to convince her otherwise. 
She knew her panties were hopelessly soaked at the crotch, was surprised
she hadn't orgasmed the second his lips made contact with her hand.  But
she had resisted.  She had to...

   But when he took her into his arms at the edge of the dance floor,
pulling her tight against him, she closed her eyes and oh, how she wished
she could indulge in him.  The clean, exotic scent of his masculine arousal
enfolding her made her mouth water, her body feel as if she were melting
and the cloying heat radiating out from him made it difficult to restrain
herself.  His brawny chest was broad, hard, but he cushioned her against it
with tender hands.  He held her close for a long time, his hand splayed on
her lower back, his fingers doing slow magical things daringly close to the
top cleft of her ass, enough to make her insides twist and churn.  She
could not resist his touch, strong, protective, a sudden feeling of
security, of peace and longing rushed over her in a fiery wave of
sensation, causing her heart to clench painfully.

   Realizing the danger she was slipping slowly but surely into, Naomi,
releasing a shuddering breath, looked up with half a mind to resist and
found him gazing fondly down upon her, sinuous tongue snaking out to wet
his sensuous lips ~~ whew!.  She wanted to fan herself, imagining those
sexy lips burning a trail over her naked body, wrapped around her aching
nipples...maybe wrapped around her throbbing clit.  Why did she have the
feeling he would be an eager and attentive lover?  Hmm, because he's young,
with boundless energy and a cock that probably doesn't stop.  Not like a
man closer to my own age...

   Now she was very aware of his erection, no, it could not be that big,
granite-like and as hot as a branding iron on her lower stomach.  She felt
her pussy clench and pulse with the dewy moisture of her arousal as she
moved against him.  His heartbeat was hard and imperative beneath her ear,
his beefy chest rising and falling with swift motions as his big hands
soothed over her back, slow and easy.  If he kept this up, she would be a
boneless pleading idiot in minutes.  "Are you playing with me, Kirk?" she
whispered as he gripped her hips, moving to the music in a way that pressed
his hips more firmly against her, making her breath catch in her throat,
her honey-doused pussy to surge, weep in urgent demand.  Please God, she
prayed, don't let him be playing with her, she didn't think she could stand
the tormenting demand of her body much longer.

   "Maybe I should be asking you that question." They turned around the
dance floor, ignoring the other couples, drifting in a haze of warmth and
arousal.  He lowered his head, tenderly nuzzling her exposing neck, his
sensuous lips smoothing over the skin beneath her ear.  She trembled, her
sharp nails raking along his broad shoulders as fiery sensations swarmed
over her body.  She breathed in harshly, a choked whimper startling her
when it issued from her throat.  His lips were delectably warm and
tantalizingly rough, the moist rasp of his nimble tongue nearly sending her
into spontaneous climax then and there.  He lapped seductively with each
movement of his lips against her naked skin, driving her insane with the
scorching heat that spread through her veins.  Her womb contracted, her
heartbeat hard and loud.

   And then Kirk was cupping her face and his mouth was exactly where she
wanted it to be, pressed against her own, the soulful kiss moist and oh-so
soft, tasting ever better than in her dreams.  Her eyes fluttered closed
when he nibbled playfully on her bottom lip, tugging and taunting, his
pouty lips nudging against hers, wanting her to succumb ~~ and so she did.
Her lips parted, allowing his sinuous tongue entry.  It tasted like beer
and lust and was initially tentative in its search, becoming progressively
bolder with each swipe.  Besides his hands lightly guiding her hips, he did
not touch her anywhere else, just lips crushing against lips, tongue
sliding against tongue.  She heard a crying mewl, realized it came from
her. She had no idea she could sound so needy, so desperate for a man's
touch.  So long.  It had been so long that it was far too easy to imagine
the titillating feel of that talented tongue rasping against the sensitive
inner folds of her cunny, and her desirous body trembled against him in
shameless reaction.  What she would do to be able to crawl onto his lap,
straddle him, feel his thick cock brushing against her hot, wet core...

   Then she remembered in a flash where they were and her eyes flew open,
hands reaching to push at the massive bulk of his shoulders.  His eyes
opened too, dazzlingly bright and staring directly into hers, making the
breath whoosh out of her chest.  She pulled away from him, not sure what to
say, what to do next.  He blinked, his breathing harsh, his big body nearly
humming with tension, broad chest rising and falling rapidly, hands
clenching at her hips.  How she wanted to soothe him, run her fingers
through his hair, smooth her hands over his body.  She needed him, and God
help her, she needed him now.

   "Let's get out of here." His breath was a harsh rasp against her ear.

   "Lead the way." She let him grip her hand as he pulled her through the
smoky bar.

   * * * * *

   Naomi felt the tension radiating from Kirk as he drove, heavy intent
lining his expression, tautening his powerful body.  They rode in silence,
which, combined with the sultry tropical air, thick and hot, just added to
her sexual irritation.  She wondered if he regretted what happened between
them.  She certainly did, but only because that one simple kiss had been
too much and not enough.  Surveying him from beneath half-closed lids, she
knew he'd be taut, coppery-tanned skin over dense muscle with not a trace
of flab to be found.  She'd seen enough of him earlier with just those
shorts on, hanging so low she had seen the waistband of his underwear. 
That intriguing trail of dark curling hair that stretched from his
bellybutton and disappeared behind his shorts...

   Her body quivered and she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her
hands up and down her chilled skin, realizing the persistent ache in her
body was only growing, growing until it was a carnal hunger, a primordial
need.  Maybe it was the beer.  Maybe it was the fact he was so much younger
than her.  Or maybe it was the fact that Kirk was so damn sexual, so
intensely male that she just could not resist his touch any longer.  She
had spent far too long far fighting the attraction, the need, until she was
weak, starved for his kiss and his cock as she had never starved for
anything.  Just one time wouldn't hurt, she rationalized to herself.  Just
get him out of your system, whisper to your friends you slept with a
twenty-three-year-old.  It'll inflate your ego, make you feel like a sex
goddess for once.

   "Where do you want to go?" He braked at a stop sign, tilting his head to
look at her.

   "I want to go home," she suddenly said, determination strengthening her
voice.  Breathing deeply, she scooted a little closer, reached across the
seat and rested her hand on top of his bulky thigh.  "Let's go home."

   "Are you serious?" Now he looked really confused.  A car honked behind
them and he pressed his foot on the gas, moving through the intersection.

   His thigh muscles were tight beneath her hand and she slid it up
farther, not yet so bold as to grab his manhood.  "Yes.  Let's go somewhere
and make out.  Kiss.  Whatever you kids call it these days." She winced at
her condescending choice of words.  Great, now she was insulting him.  Damn
nerves.

   Kirk was silent for so long she was afraid he was going to turn her
down. She lifted her hand, about to remove it ~~ but his hand covered hers,
holding it in place.  Fingers lacing through hers, he squeezed her hand. 
"If I kiss you again, I won't be able to stop."

   Naomi did not say a word, imagining him kissing her over and over, all
night long.

   Chapter Four



   Naomi's emotions were rioting as they pulled into the driveway of her
house.  Kirk had reassured her his parents were going out to dinner and a
scan of their house confirmed not a single light on.  She stepped out of
the truck, heard him shut the driver's side door behind her and her hands
shook in anticipation as she tried to find the key.  His arm snaked around
her middle, and pulled her back against him as he took the key from her. 
His radiant heat infused her, melting her to the core as he devoured her
neck with his mouth.  Her breath hitched, her legs feeling like rubber, and
she felt consumed with wanton lust.  She would have fallen through the door
if he had not held her so tightly against his solid body.

   "We're only going to do this one time," she panted as they hurried
through the door.

   "You don't know that for sure," he replied, closing the door.  No way
would he indulge in this, in her, for only one night, especially as she
turned in his arms, her pretty face directly in front of his, pillowy lips
damp as if she'd just licked them and her hot breath gasping against his
mouth.  Looking at him through that dense fringe of her eyelashes,
luxurious hair tumbling around her cherubic cheeks, she looked like she
just rolled out of bed.  Or she had been thoroughly fucked.  Either way,
she was foxy as hell.

   Her face came even closer to his, her dulcet voice lowering to a smoky
alto, sweet-scented mouth nearly brushing against his when she spoke.  "We
can't let this go any further than tonight."

   "Then why are you trembling?" he murmured, tossing the keys onto the
small antique desk just inside the door.

   Naomi shrugged.  Why was she shaking?  It wasn't as if she was a virgin
with her first man.  "I'm not used to bringing men home with me," she
finally sighed as she gazed up at him.  Damn, he was gorgeous.

   "Women perhaps?" He cocked his head as he asked the question, watching
her curiously.

   Naomi felt the blushing heat that seared her face at his provocative
question.  "No," she bit out.  "Not women.  Why would you ask me something
like that?"

   He sighed, a mischievous smile quirking his lips.  "You are a very
beautiful woman, Naomi.  There are no rumors, if that's what you're worried
about.  I was simply curious if you had a female `friend' instead." He
stressed the friend part.  The look in his eyes said the thought would do
little to dampen his desire.  Naomi had a feeling it would only heighten
it.

   She shook her head.  "No lovers, male or female, not in a long time."
She nearly choked on the words as he began to crowd her slowly against the
wall.  He was big and broad, hot and hard.  Her hands flattened on the
tight muscles of his stomach as he pressed against her, feeling them
clench, tauten in anticipation.

   "You have one now," he whispered, his hands going to her hips, his
fingers testing the flesh there.  He was almost smiling at her.  His full
lips were tilted in a sort of half grin, his expression was patient, if a
bit amused.  He was so sinfully handsome he took her breath away, so much
that all she could do was quiver as his lips smoothed over her jaw line. 
His mouth was warm, his breath moist and caressing as a hand framed her
face, tilting it so he could stroke his lips under her jaw.  His gravelly
laughter raced through her blood stream, pooling between her thighs as the
inner muscles clenched in arousal.

   She was shivering with the pleasure, thought she would go up in flames.
She could not contain her shuddery gasps, her little whimpers of unabashed
delight as his serpentine tongue reached out and stroked her skin.  She
couldn't stop her hips from lifting against him when he speared his
jean-covered erection into the ductile softness of her lower tummy.  She
couldn't stop her strangled cry when, tilting his head his lips finally
covered hers heatedly.  He kissed her, mouth lingering, nose nudging
against hers.  She melted in his arms, opening her mouth, tongue darting
out to tangle with his, sending ripples of pleasure through her.  He took
her mouth as though he needed her taste to survive, drinking from her, his
tongue doing a slow sweep within her mouth, sensually caressing the warm
interior of her mouth, learning her flavor, savoring it.  Naomi's hands
rose to his shoulders, her nails biting into the soft shirt he wore as she
pressed her aching breasts desperately against his chest.  His steamy kiss
was addictive, the taste of his stupefying lips, his tongue like a darkly
seductive narcotic.

   She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, a soft sigh
wafting across his lips as his body, solid and considerately controlled,
moved against hers.  The brawny muscles were tensed, his hands agilely
moving her.  His kiss conquered, washed over her with darting shafts of
electric sizzles throughout her body.  She could not believe his was
happening.  She wanted to relish each moment of it.  Every touch, every
kiss, now almost brutal in his urgency but she took it, returning his
ardent kisses with equal fervor.  Oh God, was he groaning like that because
her touch pleased him?  She stroked her fingers over the side of his neck
again, gasping as he bent his knees and drove his hips against the vee of
her thighs, his guttural moan dark.  Dangerous.  Like an animal
anticipating the coming prey.  The primal sound exhilarated her, made her
bolder, more confident.  She had spent too many years in a sexual void. 
The erotic dreams and the unspoken need and the sexual cravings had pushed
her further than her fragile control could bear.

   Kirk's lips moved from hers and swept over her jaw again, nipping at her
skin possessively.  He asked for nothing.  He took, he stroked over her,
claiming her, stealing any resistance she may have thought to have.  A
shaky breath escaped her lips on a moan as his mouth left a burning trail
down her breastbone.  He may have been young but he certainly wasn't
inexperienced as proven by the way he made quick work of her blouse,
releasing the slippery little devils that were the buttons from their
moorings with practiced skill.  When his hands wandered past the flap of
her open shirt, pushing the flimsy material aside before sliding over the
smooth skin of her stomach until they rested underneath her breasts, she
was burning alive, crying out as she fought desperately to release the
burning tightness in her lower body.  The harsh, driving ache that made her
painfully aware of her own emptiness, the fierce ache in her clit, and her
creamy pussy throbbing as the desperate rush of moisture soaked through her
panties and she thankfully swallowed his lusty kiss once more.

   Their kisses were becoming longer, slower, deeper, the distinctive
sounds of their wet mouths reconnecting again and again loud in the quiet
darkness sending unfettered desire spiraling through her.  She felt the
perspiration that sheened her skin, the fluffy fullness of her breasts as,
with the low murmur deep in her throat all the encouragement he needed, his
hands whispered over them.  His dexterous fingers slipped up, the backs of
his knuckles brushing against the lace of her bra straining from her beaded
nipples, and she violently shuddered, clutching him tighter.  She wanted
him to feel her bare skin and his hands were slipping around her.  Oh God,
he was releasing the clasp of her bra, unhooking it, his movements deft and
sure.  His hands moved again to her front, pressing against her bared
belly, sliding upward to push up on the underside of her loosened bra.  As
if on cue, her full breasts fell into his hands.

   "Oh God," she moaned when he cupped her breasts, her body shuddering
with innate need and the walls of her pussy convulsing.  When his fingers
kneaded the lush flesh, she let out a low, involuntary groan ~~ like the
sound an animal would make.

   "Your skin is so soft," he murmured reverentially, gazing down upon her
bared bosom.  He had never been with a big-breasted woman before and was
awed by the experience.  It was her nipples that drew his veneration first,
rising out of the angel-pink halos of her areola, the nubbins jutting out
audaciously far and looking mouthwateringly ripe.  They were the crowning
glory of the creamy white orbs, extravagantly full and delightfully
cushiony, their bobbling vulnerability making them all the more precious.
He was amazed by their downy softness and wondered if she was this soft
everywhere.

   "Your hands are hot." She glanced down, watching his big hands move
jealously over the jiggling spheres and she caught her lower lip between
her teeth, her chest rising and falling rapidly.  He played with her tits
the way a violin virtuoso plays a prized Stradivarius.

   "You like to watch?" he asked provocatively.  His fingers curled around
her full breasts, relishing their sumptuous fullness, thumbs flickering
against her distended nipples.  He knew he sure as hell liked to watch her.


   "I fantasized you touching me like this earlier." Her eyelids fluttered
when he applied more pressure, his fingers coming together to pinch her
pudgy nipples, making her gasp.  It felt like he was pushing buttons that
were connected directly to her cunny.  She felt hotter than ever.

   "You did?" Her guileless words surprised him and his glittering eyes met
hers.  She looked as shocked as he was that she'd said them.

   "Yes.  In my kitchen when you came in the house," she admitted
sheepishly.  She had never wanted a man as much as she wanted Kirk and felt
the last remnants of her willpower draining away.

   "Hmm, I did too.  I thought about tossing you onto the kitchen floor and
fucking you right there." Kirk tugged on her plumpened nipples, his mouth
watering with the need to suck them.

   "Thank God you didn't," she murmured before she kissed him.

   He was so strikingly beautiful.  Naomi could not believe this was really
happening.  Kirk Rice's big hands were caressing her breasts, his strong
fingers teasingly pinching her nipples, the unmistakable length of an
dauntingly-sized erection brushing against her own meltingly hot core.  It
was her biggest fantasy come to life.  She needed to take advantage of it,
take pleasure in him as much as possible because the moment the sun rose
the next morning, it was over.  The illicit fantasy was done.  Have your
naughty bit of fun with him and then move on.  She could only hope it would
be that easy...

   His lips slid against hers, his tongue licking inside her mouth and her
toes curled in her pumps.  The heat of his hands burned her skin as they
wandered brazenly all over her, tugging at the hem of her jeans in
impatience.  His hands worshipped her naked flesh, fingers so gentle in
their searching and she shook her head, her breath coming in harsh gasps.
Leaning forward, she gripped his shoulders, ran her hands down the bulk of
his powerful arms, fingers gliding over every rise and hollow of ripped
muscle.  He was so incredibly strong, his body exuding strength .  "Lift
your arms," she whispered, her hands running up the sensitive skin when he
did so, drawing his shirt off.  He trembled beneath her touch even as his
mouth found one nipple and his fingers found the other.  His mouth was so
scrumptiously warm, so decadently wet, and he suckled the tiny point of
hardened flesh, nibbled on her puffy areola and kissed her nakedness,
torturing her slowly.  "Such beautiful breasts, such nice juicy nipples. 
Mmm," he murmured against her ultra sensitive skin, his hands reaching for
her heretofore ignored nipple, pinching and rolling the tender num between
his index finger and thumb.  That gorgeous male mouth was definitely well
versed in the female body, sending shivers through her body to her pussy.
Her fingers cinched around his thick wrists, trying to hold him there, her
body instinctually arching into his sucking mouth as he turned to lave her
neglected nipple.  He squeezed it lightly between his lips, flicking it
with his tongue until she moaned and arched against him craving more of the
exquisite ache, the perfumed scent of her feminine musk saturating the
room.

   "Oh please, Kirk, I'm on fire," she whimpered, fisting her hands on the
heavy thews of his brawny pectorals, feeling his nipples, relatively small,
hard and solid as tiny thimbles.  His erotic nursing was too much, little
tremors gripping her with every pull of his mouth on her nipple, every
fluttery flick of his dexterous tongue made her want to scream.  She fought
for air as the pudgy bud hardened to the point of pain.  She fought to
still the hammering of her heart, but the scrape of his teeth would not
allow it.  She was desperate for him, a surge of honey-slick moisture
spreading between her thighs and she knew surely her jeans were soaked with
her own juices.  He lifted his hips, his erection brushing against her,
tempting her beyond reason, dying, aching inside unlike anything she had
known in her life and she let go of his wrists.

   His hands immediately went to the button of her jeans, unhooking it, the
distinctive sound of the zipper sliding down almost unbearably loud.  Her
eyes opened and she sat up slightly to watch, speechless, as his hand slunk
beneath her pants and began doing lovely things, stroking the insides of
her creamy thighs, caressing the sensitive skin he discovered, letting his
hands move closer to her sex and then away gain.  After a while, he began
to allow his long fingers to tauntingly skirt about the gauzy cotton of her
skimpy panties.  Those diabolical fingers stroked and caressed, drew
intriguing designs hot on her skin, the slight friction making her muscles
clench with the need for more.  His thumb rubbed in silky circles, causing
her breath to catch on a low moan as his fingers reached the edge of her
panties.  Her blood thundered with arousal, with the taboo, and she
suddenly wanted to arch against him, like a cat begging to be rubbed.  All
she could focus on now was the growing desire between her legs.

   "Watch me, Naomi." Kirk's voice was rough, growling in intensity. 
"Don't close your eyes.  Watch me." Intense green eyes met hers, trapping
her, his fingers burrowing under the elastic waistband of her panties,
touching the soft curls that crested the hot, wet folds of her feminine
flesh.  A gasping moan escaped her throat as she felt his tantalizing
touch, fingers now coated now with the creamy essence of her shameless
need. Her honey lay thick and hot along the swollen lips of her cunny as it
flowed from the hot depths of her needy sex.  She briefly wondered if she
should be ashamed that she was so wet, so desperate that the sticky fluid
seemed to gush over his fingers.

   "Damn, you're so wet," he murmured.  "How much wetter can you get,
baby?"

   "Kirk, please--" she pleaded, snared by his mesmerized eyes.  She knew
she could get much wetter.  She did often, had been embarrassed by it is a
teenager but later proud as she saw how much it incited her lover's desire.
Naomi was no exception, fingers entering the buttery-smooth cleft he was
titillating, teasing her hottest flesh.  His fingers moved slowly over the
nectar-drizzled lips of her quivering cunny and then she gasped, moaned
because where she had been empty, she was suddenly filled, stretched, long
broad fingers testing her, plunging deep as the hand at the back of her
neck kept it from falling back in ecstasy.

   "Kirk," she could only gasp his name, unable to say more as her juicy
flesh clenched over his churning fingers, drenching them further.

   "I wish you could see how sexy you are, all flushed and shy and
aroused." His fingers moved ever deeper, spreading her, testing the tight,
inner recess of her body.  "You're so wet and ready for me." A rakish smile
crooked his hard lips.  "What you really need is a good, long fuck, Naomi"

   She whimpered in need as his fingers retreated, pulling away from her,
leaving her gasping, nearly begging him for more.  He roughly shoved at her
jeans and panties and, caught up in her unspeakable need, she assisted him,
maneuvering and squirming awkwardly to push the offending garments down her
hips, her thighs, shucking them over her knees until they pooled around her
ankles.  She was now only wearing her high-heel pumps.  She thought of the
crude expression she'd heard to describe those kind of sexy shoes ~~
`fuck-me pumps' ~~ and smiled.  It certainly was an apt description today!

   His hand immediately went to her ripe pussy and her nails bit into his
arm, her heart racing out of control, making breathing more than difficult.
Small whimpering moans escaped her throat, helpless desire flooding her
system, washing over his magic fingers.  Despite being younger than her, he
certainly knew his way around a woman's body, acting as if he had all night
to pleasure her, and his easygoing manner made her relax even more.  His
intimate touch played her like a musical instrument, slipping smoothly
inside her and immediately finding her G-Spot.  He gently stroked her upper
vaginal wall while she bucked against his pussy-pleasing strokes.  Each
time he retreated she felt empty, where she had been filled before. 
Achingly aware of the brief moments where the edge of release taunted her,
made her reach, yearn for more.  Then she was filled again, pushed ever
close to the mind consuming moment where she knew her body would explode
into a pleasure so intense, so violent it would shatter her sanity for
those brief moments.

   "Will you like fucking with me, Naomi?" he asked her softly.  "Soon, I'm
going to rip those panties off you and thrust so hard inside that tight,
wet pussy that you'll scream out your orgasm."

   Her pussy spasmed in delight.  Naomi felt the revealing muscles clench
in wanton hunger at the vividly erogenous images that hit her
lust-intoxicated brain.  Kirk, rising over her, the thick expanse of his
huge erection pounding into her.  It was not hard to do when he was sliding
two thick fingers inside her body, in and out in slow, rhythmic motions,
her natural juices flowing over his fingers, making her inner body slick,
accessible to whatever he desired to do to her.  She fought for breath, was
so close to orgasm right now that she could feel her cunny grasping in an
anguished plea for it.  He was going to make her come before he got inside
her.  She could feel the tide inevitably rising over her in a scrumptiously
slow wave of pure sensation.

   "Yes." The betraying sigh was so filled with unmistakable lust that
Naomi knew she would writhe in shame later.

   His eyes narrowed, his own breathing rough now as he watched her.  "Let
it go, Naomi," he whispered as his fingers slowly pulled completely from
her, then plunged home forcibly.

   She bit her lip, fighting a scream of pure, electrified sensation that
flashed through her when he said her name.  His resonant baritone voice did
things to her, made her shivery with need, caused her head to spin.  His
wicked fingers were working some sort of dark magic deep upon her and she
writhed against him, powerless, unable and unwilling to control her
desire-wracked body.  She could only strain toward her impending release,
felt her feet arching, toes curling, she unconsciously tightening her
belly. Then it began, a hot flash that morphed into a rippling quiver.  The
undulant tremor grew in intensity, radiating out blissful tremblors, until
the earth-shattering earthquake that was her orgasm struck, seismic bliss
rumbling and crashing through her hips and thighs before zeroing in on her
inner walls clenching around his churning fingers.  Euphoric aftershocks
coursed through her, her racing heart and triphammering clit throbbing in
synch and she clutched his shoulders, riding out the sweet violence her
orgasm with her mouth pressed against his neck, great gushes of girlcum
soaking his hand.

   "You're beautiful when you come." He smiled slow and sure, approval
reflecting in his expression as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
Once she'd stopped shuddering, his fingers withdrew from her body, pulling
free with a slow, regretful motion, and she lifted her head, completely
dazed, opening her eyes to find him watching her as he sucked on his
honey-drizzled digits noisily.  "Mmmm ... Delicious!"

   Naomi blushed then realized that she was virtually nude and he was fully
clothed ~~ and she realized that, strangely enough, turned her on again. 
She felt as eager as he appeared.  Her heartbeat zoomed in her chest, her
tummy dithering with lewd anticipation.  He undid his button fly and spread
the denim wide.  Placing her hand on his, she moved it out of the way and
was instantly rewarded with the feel of his masculinity.  She immediately
began caressing his boxer-sheathed erection with adoring fingers, making
him arch against her touch.

   Reaching within, Naomi's hand grasped Kirk's thick penis, pulling it out
and exposing it to her view.  Her eyes saucered and her breath froze in her
paralyzed lungs as she gaped at his enormous endowment.  Whatever
puritanical doubts she may have had with sleeping with a significantly
younger man instantaneously vanished as she openly ogled his man-sized
cock. He was by far and away the most hung man she'd ever been with, though
she admitted to herself, having slept with a grand total of seven men,
including Kirk, didn't exactly make her an expert, though she guessed that
there wouldn't be too many men who wouldn't enjoying boasting this!  His
manhood was visibly heavy, the beefy spear barely able to jut out straight
from his loins due to its ponderous bulk.  The meaty column, as
mouthwateringly pink in comparison to his coppery-brown skin, was
remarkably smooth and capped by a sleek, almost streamlined glans.  The
entire organ arced slightly, a pearly drop of pre-come filling the tiny
slit and she thirstily licked her lips.

   Bright eyes shimmering at her, he cupped her face, then captured her
mouth with his.  She kissed him, her eyes staying open, and she circled her
tongue lazily around his.  He hoisted her up, onto what she wasn't exactly
sure, and then his hot cock was probing her plump mound.  She spread her
legs a little wider, beckoning him, and Kirk reached between them,
directing himself between the triangle of her splayed thighs and her tender
folds.  She pleasurably groaned as his silkily smooth shaft glided over her
swollen clit, igniting sparkling motes of radiant sensation.  His big hands
gripped the pillowy cheeks of her plush rump and passed his fingers softly
over the cleft.  She was going crazy with her need.  She wanted him inside
her so badly she thought she'd die from the want alone.  "Please, Kirk, I
can't stand it."

   He kissed her and stroked her hot mouth as he harshly groaned, surging
his hips upward with one quick thrust, the mushroom-shaped head broaching
her juicy entry.  She moaned, tossing her head back, savoring the sweet
sensation of the rough slide of his thick steely hardness wrapped in velvet
as it speared through her creamy inner flesh, making her forget everything
but her body and what he was making her feel.  But what she found truly
arousing, possibly the most erotic thing she'd ever discovered in this
world, was to gaze into his eyes, his lids heavy over silver ringed black
pools of raw desire, as they soulfully kissed, as he pushed himself deep
inside her.

   They still watched each other as her legs curled around his impossibly
narrow waist and he wrapped his arms around her flaringly curved hips, his
big hands still pampering her feathery-soft butt.  Slowly he started to
stroke, his huge cock doing a delicious glide in and out of her joyfully
welcoming body, filling her completely, the wet suctioning sound of her
petite pussy stretching around his massive bulk filling the room.  So
incredibly thick, so breathtakingly long, so much better than her stupid
vibrator.  She shifted her loins to allow him easier access, felt him
settle deeper and they both groaned.

   "Fuck, you're tight," he said through gritted teeth, adjusting himself,
his obscene whisper so much like a lover's intimate caress that her breath
hitched..

   "You're huge!" She watched him intently, saw the gathering tension grip
his handsome face, felt his fingers flexing on her lavish hips as they
began moving together, loins arching upward to meet each others.  It was
soul-stirringly intense, making love with their gazes locked, so much so
that every cell strained for release but she struggled to hold back.  Her
hands clutched his shoulders, as she began to rode with him, trying to keep
it slow, relishing the way her impudently swollen nipples grazing his burly
chest, the slick in and out motion of his engorged cock sluicing into her
succulent pussy.  But it was his eyes, gazing as if he could see right
through her, see right into her soul, that truly exhilarated her, pushing
her higher and higher.  It was better than any masturbatory fantasy she
could ever come up with.

   Their harsh pants filled the room, perspiration sheening on naked skin
from the searing heat of their impassioned bodies and the distinctively
exotic scent of heartfelt sex surrounded them.  When Kirk aggressively
pulled her forward to nuzzle her neck before raining steamy kisses across
her bobbling breasts, his tongue licking her aching nipples, teeth nibbling
the creamy softness, she sank a hand into his hair, holding him
possessively to her.  Ah God, the way he was touching her felt
indescribably delicious, made her see stars, knew by the way the exquisite
heat between her legs was growing more and more intense that she was going
to come.  Her climax was simmering there on the brink threatening to drown
them both in the grip of unspeakable pleasure.  And she did not want to. 
Not yet anyway.  She wanted to make this last, especially because she
promised herself it was never going to happen again...

   Before she could speak, Kirk bared his teeth and with a bestial growl,
began urgently thrusting into her body, ramming his full, thick length into
her to the hilt.  Her nails bit into the flexing muscles cording his broad
shoulders, her entire body focused on his thick cock pushing in and out of
her gooey cunny.  She glanced down, saw her pouty pussy lips flared around
the daunting length of his skewering shaft as he moved within her.  The
graphic sight of his glistening manhood gliding in and out of her body was
all she needed and she cried out.  Those mewling cries escalated into a
throaty scream as her boisterous orgasm exploded, cannonades of detonative
ecstasy bursting in prismatic fireball as she violently bucked against him,
jamming her hips upward to meet every pussy-pounding thrust.  Wave after
surging wave of deliquescent bliss washed over her, sending her tripping
into a swirling whirlpool...

   When the blurring mists of her aqueous euphoria receded, she found
herself in her semi-conscious state still staring into Kirk's gorgeous
eyes, now fogged over in his own mounting lust.  "I'm close, Naomi," he
gruffly panted.  "I won't last much longer."

   Still floating dizzily in a delicious euphoric state, he kissed him
hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues twisting.  Thankful for his honesty, she
moved faster, hips grinding, her thumping clit bumping against his pubic
bone with every down stroke.  At first, she had simply been content with
the idea of riding out the still rippling waves of her first jubilant
climax, but now she realized to her utter amazement that he was driving her
up again, dexterously rotating his hips to tantalizingly grind against her
with each thrust.  As their motions quickened with their sprinting towards
their climaxes, Naomi clung to his chugging hips, clenching his beloved
cock tighter with her silky inner walls, pulling him deeper into her
succulent heat.  She was so hot, couldn't remember the last time she'd
orgasmed so intensely so frequently, felt as though she would spontaneously
combust at any moment, but she wanted more, wanted it to last forever.

   When he reached between them to torment her clitoris that ached for yet
another release, she felt another orgasm come rushing up.  The ferocity of
her second climax shattered her, sending her hurtling out of control, its
rampageous bliss left her entire body spasming, convulsing, and she tumbled
headfirst into the anarchic ecstasy, jagged arcs of enraged rapture
wreaking havoc with every nerve nexus.  Her moans turned to cries and she
joyously sobbed his name, her enraptured pussy clenching worshipfully
around his slamming cock, bathing it in great gushes of her creamy girlcum.
His punching thrusts slammed into her hard and fast, almost brutal, and
then he raucously shouted her name, his mouth still devouring hers.  His
rapacious climax ripped through him, his hands cutting into her hips
painfully as his hot semen spurted deep inside her body, filling her with
each jet of his thunderous ejaculation, her greedy body milking every drop
from him.

   "Holy shit," he muttered when heart rates returned to normal and his
mouth moved away from hers to skitter across her skin, making her giggle.

   "Nice choice of words, Kirk." Her mouth mirrored his, kissing over the
smooth, hot skin of his shoulder and she wondered how she could ask him to
stay the night.

   "That was amazing, Mizz Daniels." He beamed brightly down at her and she
cuffed his strong chest, unable to stop her own heartfelt smile from
brightening her face.

   "Don't call me that." It sounded a little squicky when his big cock was
still buried deep inside her.

   "Why?  Does it make you feel dirty?  Like a horny lady messing around
with the neighbors' kid?" Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, he withdrew
from her, his softened penis sliding out of her still quivering pussy lips
with a wet slurp, dripping with their commingled copious juices.

   "Yes." She chewed on her lower lip as he helped her down, her thoughts
already getting away from her.  Kirk was a grown man, an adult.  Yet she
couldn't help feeling the tiniest bit guilty.  My Goodness, she never
thought she would be a cougar-on-the-prowl type, had always preferred older
men.  There had always been something so sexy to her about a man who had
been around the block.  But now as she looked at the darkening flush in her
lover's cheeks, she realized there were definite benefits to being with a
younger man and she should reconsider her notions about age.

   "Bedroom," he growled.

   Chapter Five



   In her bedroom, Kirk pulled Naomi into his arms again, smoothing his
hand over her butt and up her back and she trembled at his urgent touch She
pressed hungrily against him, wanting him closer, to feel him.  His hands
were just rough enough, just hot enough to make every inch of her throb
with need.

   Kirk abruptly stopped and she dazedly looked up at him to judge his
mood. His eyes were dark, stormier than she had ever seen them.  "Suck me,"
he gutturally whispered, His voice was tense, his big body almost vibrating
before her.

   Amazed by the transformation, secretly thrilled to see him take such a
dominant pose, she blinked, her eyes widening when she fully realized what
she had before her.  She knew he was built like a Greek god but to have him
so close, all hers to touch and taste and search.  Her heart went
pitter-patter in her chest as she adoringly stroked him, her hands sliding
admiringly over his brawny pectoral muscles, approving fingers grazing
through the smattering of silky curls in the center of his chest.  His
naked flesh was damp with perspiration, the curling hairs tickling her
palms as her hands slid down over ridged tendons and sinews.  His
abdominals weren't flat but deeply ridged and she skittered her index
finger teasingly around his deep-cut navel, making his chiseled muscles
flex from the contact.

   Kirk gritted his teeth, watching as Naomi knelt before him, unable to
cork the little whimper that escaped.  Her unblinking admiration of his
penis intensified his arousal, made his breath hitch in his throat.  Her
face was positively luminous even if a little disbelieving as they followed
the trail of dark curls underneath his bellybutton and down further before
they spread out into his tightly trimmed pubic thatch.  Those misty blue
eyes turned large with awe as they gazed reverentially on his hefty penis,
formidable even in its softened state, the beefy trunk and plum-like glans
dragged downward by their considerable bulk.  When she marveled at his cock
like it was the eighth wonder of the world, he wanted to fuck her so hard
against the wall again that she'd have to beg him to stop.  In response to
the vision, he felt himself twitch and swell, breaking out of its dormancy.


   Naomi giggled, her hand flying up to cover her mouth but she could not
hide the mischief in her eyes, the ends of her tousled hair curling around
her neck, giving her the allure of a nymph.  There was no fear as she felt
the leashed arousal in his powerful body.  He was careful, controlled.  And
she was hungry for him, hot, thick need filling the air now.  Her head
lifted, eyes meeting his, her sultry breath drifting across his steadily
swelling shaft.  "Is this what you want, Kirk?  Me giving myself to you? 
Doing whatever I can to please you?"

   She didn't wait for an answer, simply resumed staring at the
magenta-hued glans in fascination.  He had no idea how much she wanted to
taste the pearlescent moisture that had gleamed on the blunted tip, and
lick the rounded head that crowned his burgeoning erection slowly.  She
moistened her lips in hunger and watched as the mushroomed head darkened,
rising toward her as his hips jerked, almost as if pleading for attention.
The little slitted eye spilled another lush drop of glistening lubrication,
tempting her.

   Her hand slid lower, her fingers reaching out to curl around the heated,
turgid shaft.  His indrawn breath was a sound of excruciating sensation as
a throttled groan slipped past his throat.  His hips lifted, pressing his
erection closer.  She watched as her fingers smoothed over the hot male
organ, feeling the steamy heat and steely hardness that awaited her there.
Her clit throbbed in demand, a piercing sensation of unbearable need
streaking into her womb.  She closed her thighs tight, her eyes nearly
closing at the rasp of pleasure.

   "You're killing me," he said through gritted teeth as she began sliding
her fist up and down his dauntingly long length slowly.

   "You like it."

   "Naomi, what do you want, baby?" His voice deepened as one hand tangled
in her hair, fingers working into her mussed locks, the gentle pressure
against her head encouraging her to go lower, to draw closer.  The bulging
head loomed larger, his hand insistently urging her down the hard muscles
of his stomach as she whimpered in a hungry desperate need she hadn't known
she was capable of.  Oh yes.  He was hot, hard, all male, huge and ready
for her, inviting her to take a taste.  Only she didn't want to just taste
him; she wanted to consume him.  She wanted to know how hard and hot his
cock would be within her mouth, feel the throbbing pulse of life beneath
the satiny-smooth flesh and know it was for her.

   Naomi was but a breath away, eager to discover if he tasted as good as
he smelled, fighting to control the rippling tremors of salacious desire
quaking through her flesh but unable to resist this appetizing treat.  Her
slim fingers grasped the base of his cock and when he pulled her forward
she did not hesitate, her tongue reaching out and licking slowly over the
small eye that pierced the fleshy helm, savoring the salty-sweetness of his
masculine essence.

   "Fuck." He seemed surprised by her sudden move because he spasmed, every
muscle and sinew tightening and bulging as though he had taken a whipping
lash rather than a small warm lick.

   Fascinated by his unbridled response, she let her fingers caress the
taut skin of his lower stomach.  When he regained his composure, she set
her kissing lips and swirling tongue to caressing him again, licking and
tasting him, sliding down and then up his beefy erection with deliberate
slowness.  "You taste so good," she said breathlessly, meaning every word.
"Doing this makes me want you so much!"

   Her words made him ready to come in a splattery gush but he closed his
eyes, trying to gain some semblance of control, knowing that he was truly
powerless.  "Naomi..." He heard his voice, shattered, nearly groveling. 
"Take it, baby.  Put that hot little mouth over my cock before I die for
it."

   She licked her lips hungrily, parted her pouty lips, took a deep breath
and descended to capture the thick dome of his tasty cock in her salivating
mouth.  She immediately began stroking and caressing her tongue about the
plump glans, eagerly drinking up every small drops of semen that escaped
it. His distinctively salty, musky, male flavor made all her senses come
alive.  Her lips parted, taking the thick cockhead between her lips.  She
tried to inhale him deep right off the bat but he was far too large, and
she contented herself with a long suck, enjoying the almost addictive
quality of his taste.  It was like a euphoric drug, swimming around in her
brain, making her lose all control.  She was delighted to feel him have a
similar response, heard his breath shudder almost violently.  "Oh hell..."
His hips lifted as a sound of sharp surprise left his lips.  "There you go,
baby.  Ah yes, Naomi, suck my cock, baby.  Take everything you want."

   She was going to kill him.  This was an experienced little fellatrix,
sensual, sexual ~~ a hungry vixen consuming his hefty erection with hot,
wet suckling strokes that drove him to the very edge of his control.  Her
cool, silken hand cupped his swaying testicles, tested their substantial
weight gently a second before her suctioning mouth slid lower, trying to
relax her throat to bring him deeper.  A blistering heat surged within his
loins and, terrified he was going to ejaculate right then and there, he
jerked his hips back, pulling his jutting cock out of her slurping mouth.

   Naomi's frustrated and ravenous glance shot up at him.  "I want your big
cock in my mouth," she demanded.  He shimmied his hips, the moment his
spearing erection coming into reach, her beestung lips caught it.  When her
slippery tongue twirled around it, he began pushing deeper into her mouth.
She let him, drawing the flared head inwards until it was nearly touching
her throat.  Then she just about slayed him when her lips sucked down to
make a tight airlock while she began to suck him with hungry abandon,
small, lusty mewls escaping her and vibrating on his engulfed erection,
nearly sending him over the edge.

   "Naomi, Baby," he grunted in appreciation and approval before clenching
his teeth as he fought to hold onto his control.  His fingers were woven
into her soft hair, controlling her speed, holding her tightly latched to
him as he pushed his throbbing cock deeper into her gorging mouth.  He had
begun jerking his hips upward to meet her bobbing head, his throbbing penis
sliding slickly between her pillowy lips.  The tight, warm recesses of her
satiny cheeks and whirring tongue inundated with her slick saliva felt
amazing, not quite as good as her juicy pussy, but damn near.  His eyes
rolled back in his head even as he worried he might push too far and make
her gag.  Due to his prodigious endowment, he had learned long ago not to
push himself into a lover's mouth.  When it came to blowjobs, the fellator
should have total control to take as much or as little of his cock as was
comfortable with.  But she was proving to be a seductress, an irresistible
minx.

   "Naomi!" He breathed her name, couldn't believe how she made him feel.
Her hands tightly clutched his flexing ass for balance, allowing him the
complete freedom to pump her face.  It took incredible trust for her to do
that, more evidence that she was proving to be a completely unselfish
lover, making his heart swell and his throbbing cock harden even more.  He
withdrew slowly, stopping when the tip of her nimble tongue glossed over
the bulbous glans, a frenzied wave of hot, undulating flesh surrounded him.
She whipped the full strength of her tongue back and forth even as he
stroked forward again, fucking her milking mouth, glorying in the sounds of
the wanton pleasure she was taking from an act that drove him steadily
closer to ecstasy.

   "Like that, baby," he urged when she hummed around his penis, letting
her tongue vibrate against the taut flesh.  "Blow me like that." He brushed
the silky soft curtain of her dense hair out of the way with both hands and
looked down to witness the exquisitely erotic sight of his meaty cock
emerging from her mouth, the burly shaft disappearing between her tightly
stretched lips.  Her eyes glittered up at him with drowsy sexuality, her
cheeks flushing, the model of feminine allure made all the more enticing by
the humming and sucking and gurgling noises she made.  Any control he may
have had was shot in that second, his hips speeding up of their own
volition, his hands tightening in her hair as his balls drew up against the
base of his shaft and he felt his semen surging from the very depths of his
soul.

   "Naomi.  I'm going to lose it." he growled, his breath growing ragged as
she worked his flesh with moist voraciousness.  The momentum built,
quickening inside him until he could feel the telltale fire arcing up his
spine, lancing out in tendrils of flame throughout his nervous system. 
Damn it, he didn't want to shoot like this, would rather shove himself deep
inside her sweet pussy.  "Fuck.  I'm going to come!" His lips drew back,
his eyes threatening to close, but he didn't want to miss so much as a
moment of this.  And then her hand, which had been gently squeezing his
balls, slipped farther, pressing into that taboo place beyond his balls...

   His orgasm arrived on a booming crescendo, the mellifluous blisses he
had been enjoying turning into thunderous ecstasy.  He threw his head back
and roared as the riotous spasms of rapturous release shook him, felt his
seed erupting from the tip in hard, jetting pulses of release, spurting
inside her mouth in uncontrollable waves.  Her smoky eyes widened, her lips
pausing for a bare second before she shuddered, moaning wildly, swallowed
the first hot fountaining down her throat and began to draw on him again.
Each pulse of salty cream that splashed over her tongue thereafter was
greedily consumed in greedy gulps.  He continued being battered by the
resounding euphoria, clamorous bliss crashing over him, leaving him panting
with the aftermath of raucous elation.

   After milking him of every droplet, Naomi reluctantly let him slip from
her mouth, a satisfied smile curling her damp lips as though she'd just
eaten a satisfying meal.  "Did you like that?"

   "Hell, yes," he growled, a foreign emotion blooming inside his chest. 
Just looking at her made him feel giddy inside.  And giddy was not a word
he used to describe himself.  Ever.

   "Hmm, I know." She stood to kiss him, tilting her head back, lips pursed
slightly in invitation.

   He took her up on that invitation, pushing his tongue between her lips,
the exotic taste of himself still lingering provocatively in her mouth. 
She clung to him, her naked body so soft and smooth against his, the tips
of her breasts rubbing against his chest, making him horny all over again.
He kissed her like a man possessed, his lips eating at her, his tongue
staking his claim on the moist interior of her mouth.  She moaned against
the sudden invasion, allowing her tongue to tangle with his, her hands to
clutch desperately at his shoulders.

   He tore his mouth away, clenching his teeth, his breath rumbling from
his chest.  She stared at him in surprise when he abruptly pushed her down
on the feather-filled bed, dropping to his knees as he parted her thighs,
moving over her as his lips moved to her lower torso.  Scooting lower, his
face at her trembling stomach, he began pressing kisses to the soft,
fragrant skin.  The undeniable scent of her sexual arousal wafted up to his
nostrils and he breathed deep, anxious to taste her.  He knew what she
craved and he desired to give it to her.  He liked how enthusiastic she
was, though she was also self-conscious.  He didn't understand why.  She
was beautiful, and she was all his.

   "Hmmm." Naomi arched her head back, hands clutching at his hair, pushing
him downward in a subtle movement as her arousal swept over her mindlessly.
He began to kiss a meandering path down her perspiration-slick stomach
toward the moist ache between her thighs, licking playfully into her belly
button.  He continuously murmured his appreciation of her as his lips
continued their lazy path of discovery, lapping in long, slow strokes to
the creases where her legs met her body, always towards her aching pussy.
The heated throb there was very nearly a physical pain.  The inner muscles
of her desire-drenched cunny clenched in ravenous hunger as the building
sensation in her swelling clit shifted from simmering to red hot, driving
her higher toward the mindless pursuit of ultimate release.  "I'll die
happy," she moaned weakly as his fingers sifted through the tiny,
desire-soaked curls that dusted her pubic mound.  "Just let me come."

   "Not yet," Kirk murmured, sliding his hands up the insides of her creamy
thighs, pushing her curvy legs open even more.  "I want to taste you this
time.  All of you." He hovered above her pretty pink cunny now, the silken
curls glistening with her nectarous juices.  He could smell the sweet,
pungent scent of her intoxicating arousal and damn if it didn't make his
cock swell even more.  Her pussy was gorgeous with the plump lower lips so
alluringly swollen that they revealed the glossy pink folds of skin
normally hidden between.  Looking his fill, he watched as fresh cream
dripped from her, was astonished how juicy this sensual woman truly was. 
He teased her tight little hole with the tip of his finger, watching as it
tried to trap him in its grip and he chuckled.  "My, my, the lady seems to
be horny again.  So very greedy."

   "Yes," she gasped, not caring what he said, just wanting his wonderful
mouth to start doing things to her needy cunny.  Her fingers were woven
into his hair now, her head twisting on the bed.  She opened her eyes,
watching as he gazed adoringly down at her, his lips poised over the vee of
her thighs.  A second later, his head lowered, then his tongue touched her,
swiping through the honey-doused slit of her pussy with a caress so
destructive she nearly exploded.  She shuddered violently, crying out
desperately as she felt him lovingly swipe through the slick folds of skin.
He was licking her.  Oh God, like a famished cat licking at cream, he was
licking her, groaning in pleasure at her feminine taste.  He was making
hot, desperate sounds of hunger as he drew the syrupy wetness into his
feasting mouth, savoring it.  She felt her womb tighten, spasm and more of
the hot cream trickled from her vagina only to be consumed by his
insatiable gorging.

   Kirk had his lips pressed to her engorged cunny and his mouth had gotten
busy, testing various techniques, judging by her delightfully uninhibited
responses which thrilled her the most, left her panting raggedly or made
her breath hitch in her throat.  He orally caressed her pussy as he had
kissed her lips, smoothing over the inner folds, his tongue licking,
flicking at the hungry mouth of her sex as he tormented her into mindless
lust.  Emboldened by the spills of tasty dew, he darted his tongue out and
snaked the serpentine organ around the hard bud of her clit, drawing it
into the wet heat of his sultry mouth.  She whimperingly moaned in
pleasure-seeking response, the debauched sound heady.  He began to gently
suckle her, his lips and tongue tugging at her exposed clitoris.  Her taste
melted on his tongue, an intriguing combination of peppery musk and
nectarine sweet, and he laved at her again, feeling her clit pulsate in
need, feeling her thighs tremble.

   "Mmmmm," Naomi purred.  "That feels wondrous." His clever tongue was
abrading the swelling pearl of her clit, rasping the ultra sensitive nerves
with strokes of fire, sending sparks of glittering sensation tearing
through her body.  Her hips arched, her hands moving from his hair to
tangle in the blankets of the bed.  God forbid that in her wanton pleasure
she should pull his head away from her with her desperate grip.  It was so
damned good that she panted for air.  Her heart was ready to burst out of
her chest her excitement soared so high.  She was so hot she felt on fire.
Kirk's wicked tongue was an instrument of exquisite pleasure wielded with
such virtuosic skill and such intense precision that it bordered on
excruciating pain.  Then, without warning, that devilish tongue moved
lower. It dipped into the soft recess of her body, thrusting curlingly deep
inside her, making her cry out harshly.

   She was disoriented, shaking in her primal need as he growled, rose from
the delicate feast he was making of her, and quickly loped her legs over
his broad shoulders, tilting the entire plane of her sex upwards.  She
groaned, tossing her head, shuddering as his palms smoothed over her, felt
his lips on the tender flesh, his tongue sweeping swiftly.  From the
gluttonously clenching, shamelessly sopping vaginal opening to the tight
little hole of her anus, his breath was hot and moist at the tender bud of
her nether entrance.  His tongue dipped into her taboo entrance with slick
deliberation, penetrating her with a smooth, deep thrust, making her tense,
groan, and push against his mouth for more.

   "Scared?" he groaned, his head raising, his voice dark, harsh.

   Scared?  Terrified he would stop.  "More," she begged.  "More, Kirk."

   Kirk brought his hands up to her pussy and used his fingers to splay the
labial lips far apart.  Spreading her fleshy cunny wide open with his
hands, he dove once more between her legs and venerated her clit with long,
hard sucks.  When he slid two fingers inside her tight sheath, pumping
slowly, she moaned throatily, her crescent-curved hips bucking up.  He
teased her with his fluttering tongue and stirring fingers, churning the
doubled digits deep inside her gooey wetness while flicking the bud several
times in rapid succession before enveloping it in his mouth and suckling
again.  At the same time, synchronizing with the ravishment he was
lavishing upon her delicious sex, he moved the drenching lubrication of her
body to her tender anus, preparing her for what was to come...

   Naomi could not stand it, felt her knees weakening as the indescribable
pleasure rose inside her.  His enterprising tongue had tauntingly eased off
from her clit and was now slowly slipping along her soaked slit, probing,
teasing, drawing yet more of the frothing cream from her pussy.  His
shoulders pushed her thighs ever further apart, his lips suckling her in
time to the slow flicks of his tongue.  His fingers had long since joined
his rapacious mouth, dipping simultaneously into both her gooshy cunny and
tight anus with each pass, pressing against her, easing his way into that
forbidden entrance of her body.  She was on fire, her body tightening
almost painfully, her flesh tingling as he resumed whipping her clit with
his lashing tongue, the resultant waves of near ecstasy washing over her
again and again, making her insane for more.  Making her insane to come.

   When the invasion of her anus finally came, she nearly screamed from the
bite of cauterizing bliss that seared her.  His finger was inside her,
stretching her, moving smoothly as he tongued her cunny to delirium,
spreading the silky liquid back, keeping the entrance hot and easy to
access as he drove her higher, always higher.  Her hands were clenched
fiercely on his shoulders, her thighs spread sluttishly wide.  His lips and
tongue were painting her most intimate skin, sending her body trembling
with passion and his fingers thrust repeatedly into both hot channels that
now wept with the attention, but now he was cruelly avoiding the nexus of
her sexual need, her clit.  She could feel the inferno building in her
tremulous womb, through her joyous pussy and jubilantly rippling anus, but
most of all in her neglected clit.  She writhed beneath his careful
strokes, fighting to draw him closer to the little bud tormenting her with
its need.

   "Stop teasing me," she panted as he skirted around her clit once again
and moved lower to lick at the juices spilling from her pussy.  His tongue
dipped into the well of her cunt, thrusting deep and hard alongside his
driving fingers inside her, the gentle rasp of his stubbled chin adding to
the erotic sensations with an intensity that left her breathless.  She knew
she was spiraling out of control, hanging on an edge that was both
terrifying and exhilarating as she fought the mindless sensations ripping
through her body.  The raging fires scorching her most secret flesh were
making her buck against his suckling mouth, thrust into his spearing
fingers, tightening her body, drawing her into a vortex of such mind
numbing pleasure that she wanted to explode.  She was fighting for breath,
her fists clenched, so fucking close, but not close enough to throw her
over.  "Please, baby, I can't stand it.  Please, Kirk, suck my clit!"

   "You're so good, Naomi.  So sweet and hot." Kirk was breathing hard,
fast, barely recognizing his own voice it was so rough with his own
arousal. "I could eat this sweet pussy all day long." He looked up at his
lover, seeing her voluptuously undulating body was tight, damp with beads
of trickling sweat and trembling in need.  It was a shimmer through her
body that echoed in his, a need to release.  When she shifted, her gaze
meeting his, he saw her eyes large, dark and pleading.  There was no way he
could leave her this way any longer.  He did not break eye contact as he
darted out his tongue and, sweeping through the velvet folds of skin,
licked the length of her slit, circling her clit before licking sensually
at it, then suckling it firmly between his lips.  She yelped out in bliss,
her eyes sliding shut, and he continued to lick her, search her, his
plundering fingers picking up their pace in both of her intimate grottos.
Her stomach muscles clenched, as did her legs, and he knew she was so
close. He wanting to watch her come, wanted to revel in it.

   "Oh my God!" Naomi wailed, her breathing coming in short gasps,
punctuating each word.  Her hips were moving hard and fast against his
fingers, his mouth, arching to the flogging stroke of his tongue as it
pilloried her clit, hot, fiery strokes that centered in on the exact spot
that always does the trick, destroying her.  "Harder!  More!  Oh shit, I'm
going to come!" She heard her own keening cry as she felt her body come
apart.  Her orgasm tore through her with the strength of a hurricane,
velvet waves of raw sensation flooding her entire being, tightening her
body further, forcing a series of shocked screams past her lips.  She
thrust like a cowgirl against his immoveable mouth as the maelstrom of
stormy bliss raged within her, extreme deliquescent pleasure flooding her
entire being, bursting over her flesh and leaving her shaking, gasping in
satiated completion.

   Kirk didn't protest Naomi's orgasmically heaving body.  He merely
gripped her quaking thighs in his hands, held her undulating hips steady
and proceeded to redouble his efforts, thrilling her in a way that left her
breathless.  He was left in a state of wide-eyed wonderment by her rushing
flows of frothy girlcum, his slurping mouth adoringly consuming the
saturated flesh between her spasming thighs and to feasting on the creamy
nectar.  As she descended from the lofty heights of her resplendent climax,
he knew she was susceptible to another dose of stimulation.  He quickly
refocused his attention upon her molten core, sucking her clit nearly
viciously hard, frenetically working his whirling tongue over the hard
kernel of flesh while plunging three bunched together fingers swiftly
inside her melting vagina.  One thrust and she heaved.  On the second she
tightened, arching high and hard.  The third had her screaming out her
iridescent rapture, convulsing mindlessly in her coruscating ecstasy as the
sweet essence of her release in the form of a fresh gush of girlcum cream
began to fill his mouth once more.  Her inner walls milked his stabbing
fingers, clutching in a rhythmic motion over and over and still he laved at
her, gentling his movements, awed by the power of her lavish body as she
trembled until she was replete.

   "My God, Kirk!" she panted when her body had calmed, her breathing
struggling to return to normal.  "That was unbelievable."

   "And I'm not done." He moved up her lounging body, his erection so heavy
it bowed downwards, so hard it stretched the skin until it looked glossy,
dying to be deep inside her, pleading for another dose of rapture.  Naomi
was reminded yet again that this was another great thing about younger guys
~~ they recovered a lot quicker than men in their forties, Kirk able to
gain an erection seemingly at will.  When the thick head of his spearing
cock nudged into the snug entrance of her pussy, they both froze, breaths
rasping, reenergized lust sizzling around them.  When he slid into her
slick heat with a smooth jerk of his hips, Naomi gave a hoarse cry as he
filled her, feeling the convulsive clenching of her cunny, the hungry
milking motion of her velvety inner muscles as he stretched her slowly. 
Oh, so slowly...

   "Oh, yes... give it to me... baby," Naomi panted hoarsely her body more
than ready for his invasion.  Obeying her wishes, he plunged deep.  She
hissed out a surprised breath at the raw intensity, the sensation of being
so supremely filled so glorious that she gave a keening cry, her nails
digging into his bare back.  He did not stop, and she was fiercely glad. 
"More.  More.  More," she chanted as she instinctually adjusted to his
daunting width and thrilling length.  "I want you.  I want you.  I want
you." His large hands clamped on her hips, and he flashed her a feral
smile, filled with triumph.  He began to move again, his steady thrust
sliding her body further onto his beefy shaft in a slick, thrilling
roller-coaster climb of sensation until his big balls brushed against her
shimmying ass.  She arched beneath his body, her bobbling breasts rubbing
against his chest, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring
herself to him.

   "You feel so good," she whispered, her crescent-curved hips moving
naturally, desire-enthralled body sliding up and down his immersed cock. 
He was moving seductively slowly, drawing himself halfway out of her
clinging sex with every rhythmic beat then sliding back in, his rigid organ
touching every nook of her juicy interior, deliciously expanding her tight,
little cunny with her heartfelt desire to accept all of him.  Tingling
sensations of aroused desire immediately began coursing through her veins,
instigating beguiling little chills that began to run along the base of her
spine as she felt the measured tempo of her man's strong cock pumping
sleekly into her.  With his deepstrokings growing gradually stronger,
progressively harder, she wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips for
balance and dug her heels into his lean flanks, feeling the bunch and
clench of his muscles.  Naomi's naked body began to twitch and writhe under
her young lover, drawing back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving
provocatively against the smoothness of the bedsheets, and she heard
unbidden mewling sounds tumbling from her lips, little kitten noises of
effervescent passion that bubbled from her sensually parted mouth.  She
looked up, saw Kirk's sexily unshaven face, jaw tight with the strain, dark
hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.  His dark gaze ate her whole as he
came down to kiss her and she responsively thrust her tongue up into his
mouth, the soulful kiss setting her seething pussy contracting as the
bliss-building sensations increased unbelievably with his every churning
stroke.  Reality no longer existed in any way, shape or form.  There was
only this, the veritable tides of ebullient desire surging and receding
within her as she writhed exuberantly.  The lewd smacking noise of her
lover's swaying, seed-filled testicles slapping rhythmically against her
uptilted buttocks filled her ears, combined with her own bawdy groans and
sighs.  She was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs.

   "Yes, Kirk!  Oohhhhh, yes!  Ohhhh!  Fuck me, Kirk, fuck me like this
forever!  Ohhhhhhhh!"

   Realizing that Naomi was nearing an orgasm, Kirk made himself nearly
immobile, resting above her with his strong arms placed on either side of
her shoulders, letting her quaking body pump up and down at will on his
steely piston shaft that was fusing them into the oneness of soul and body.
She rode his beefy manhood like a wild she-beast, hugging its rounded girth
with her hungry lips, joyously impaled.  Her spirited gyrations intensified
and the up-and-down motions bounced ever more frenetically with the passing
of each second, the urgency of her hectic thrusts against him growing more
pronounced, her teeth gritting as she strained toward that elusive joy.  It
was only the second time they had made love, but he felt himself falling
deep.  The vulnerable way she looked at him, the way she responded so
uninhibitedly, the way she breathed his name.  All of it so intense.  It
overwhelmed him.  It also made him want her more.

   "Now," she begged, hoarse and breathless, head thrashing on the tangled
sheets, body on fire, too tight to remain whole.  "Please.  I can't take
any more."

   "No," he said tauntingly.  He kept moving but also kept changing the
rhythm, sometimes taking her with tantalizingly shallow strokes, that
narcotic friction making her body crave ever more, leaving her body
screaming for release.  Other times he fucked her hot and steel-hard, with
deep driving thrusts as if he needed to possess, consume, mark her as his
that made her scream out beneath him.  He also kept changing the speed,
intermittently changing the depth of his thrusts until she was about to
come then denying her what she desired the most, whetting her lust.  He
sometimes pumped within her again and again with motions slow but
determined that allowed her to fully savor her moistly clasping sex-flesh
vibrantly opening and closing on the full, pulsing length of male flesh. 
And sometimes he rammed into her at locomotive speed, his forceful lunges
into her wet sheath making her legs spread sluttishly wide, her calves and
feet extended distinctly unladylike up in the air, her burgundy-tipped toes
pointed like a ballerina's.

   No matter what exotic techniques he employed, each stroke caressed the
sensitive tissues of her cunny, rasping delicate nerves.  Her body had
begun straining desperately for release, the resultant sweat making her
long hair tangle across her damp face and chest as she ran her hands
lovingly down the slick, hard plane of Kirk's back, feeling the flex and
twist of his muscles beneath the satin of his skin.  Her coffee-hued eyes
widened as she felt a scrumptious new wave of sensual entrancement
saturating her exhilarated body.  A maddening electric-like needling
sensation began in the sanctuary of her womb, spreading relentlessly over
the raw nerve ends of her satin smooth flesh.  The jabbing barbs seemed to
siphon the rippling pleasures to the gloriously filled channel of her sex
until the excessively lubricated sluice was soused with her effusive
exudations.  With a weak cry she fought the final battle with the orgasm
overtaking her, knowing she was doomed to lose.

   "Now.  Now.  Now," Naomi gasped, breathless and dizzy, the sensation of
impending cataclysm too intense to bear.

   "Now?"

   "Yes, damn it!  Now!" she said hitching her hips and clamping her heels
down to bring him in harder.  One more deep thrust, she thought, just one
more.  When he slid a hand between their sweat-slick bodies and touched
her, rubbing a finger in her free-flowing moisture.  "Kirk!" That was all
it took to release the glimmering pleasure glowing honeyed and rich
somewhere deep within her soul, coiling beneath her quaking tummy and
diffusing inexorably outward through her flesh.  A strangled cry escaped
her as her body was overcome with spasmodic shudders, the only outward sign
that inwards she was searingly aflame.  She clasped her lover to her
desperately, swooning as he lunged lovingly into her, each stroke sinking
to the very depths of her gooey cunny, white-hot streaks of cauterizing
ecstasy surging through her body as her pussy tightened spasmodically
around his plunging cock.  She cried out in shameless bliss as the
culmination of her rampageous desires welled liquidly up from the very core
of her being, on and on and on....

   Naomi drifted back from her celestial delights to the uniquely sloppy
slurping sounds of the in-and-out motions of sex, discovering to her
amazement that Kirk had not pinnacled with her but was still pumping her in
longer, even harder strokes into her seething channel.  He was tossing his
head wildly, his mouth gasping and chanting unintelligibly in his choleric
ensorcellment, the cords in his throat and neck tighten in the unmistakable
signal that he was enslaved by the unstoppable buildup rising like wildfire
inside him.  He increased the pace like a man possessed beneath him,
hammering his cock with unbelievable fury, his muscles ever jerking as he
convulsed over her on the very verge of the ultimate explosion of his
eruptive passion!  A second later she felt his release; hot, hard jets of
creamy semen spilling into her as he groaned her name roughly, his voice
tortured, dark and hungry.  The heated warmth shattered her again, sending
her plunging headlong into a smaller but no less destructive orgasm that
left her weak and terribly frightened that she had just given this man more
than her body.

   Kirk collapsed against Naomi, turning their joined bodies so they lay
side by side on the plush carpet.  Then he cradled her trembling body to
his, his hands making broad tender sweeps down her naked back.  His breath
was harsh in her ear as she melted under his touch.

   "I never sex could be like that." Naomi was caught unaware by a yawn,
and snuggled into the safe harbor of his arms.  His rich, sleepy laughter
vibrated through her.  Her eyes were too heavy to open as he brushed a kiss
across her hair.

   Sleep, sweet, seductive, stole over her, but, as she drifted into that
slumberous oblivion, she could have sworn he responded.  "It could be if
you let it."

   He didn't say that, did he?  No, couldn't have...

   * * * * *

   Naomi's eyelids, treacherous, miserable things they were, struggled
valiantly against her somnolent brain, ignoring her every reasoned
rationale why they should remained closed and opened.  The familiar
electric glow of her digital clock greeted them.
5:12
Panic hit her like a bucket of water.  "Wake up," she said, turning to
start pushing against Kirk's shoulders.  The massive berms barely budged
under her feeble attempts and she, lost in her mounting concerns, started

flailing against the muscle-corded expanse.  "Wake up, damn you.  Wake up!"

   "Wh-what?" He bolted straight-up, looking so adorable with his
sleep-fuzzy eyes and mussed hair that the irresponsible part of her dared
to suggest they might, maybe, just maybe, have time for a quickie before
her growing hysteria took over.

   "You have to leave," she hissed, shoving him out of bed.  Oh, God, there
was that ass again... "I know your father is up every damn morning at 5:45
to make the first tee at the golf club.  You must be back in your house by
then, your truck out of my driveway."

   "Why don't you want me to stay?" Kirk asked the question.  She had been
distracted by how oblivious he was of his nakedness, but the question,
threw her.  There were undertones to it she had not expected, the idea of a
one-night fling tossed to the side.  She knew he meant and it made her
sigh.

   "I need to think," she whispered.  And she did.  She had thought this
would prove nice and shallow, a quickie to scratch an itch, fulfill a
fantasy.  Oooh, boy, was she wrong.  She needed time to sort out what she
was feeling.  She couldn't outright deny Kirk, and she didn't know whether
or not she needed this.

   She glanced back at her lover, the closed eyes, the thoughtful
expression on his face as he considered her request.  "Do I get to come
back?"

   Naomi took a deep breath, turning her eyes to the ceiling and studying
it as though it held the answers to all her questions.  "Maybe, in a week
or two," she whispered.  "I ...I need time to think.  I need to understand
what I'm doing here."

   He sighed deeply.  "I won't enjoy sleeping without you, Naomi," he
revealed with weary male patience.

   She shook her head.  Give a man sex he thinks is good and he's a bigger
baby than he was to begin with.  Or at least more determined.  "You're a
big boy, Kirk, you can handle it." She smiled.  "Just for a week or so."

   "One week," he bargained.  "That's all I can deal with, Naomi."

   She looked over at him as he gathered up his clothing, stretching as he
pulled on the various articles, moving that large, muscular body Then, with
mere minutes until he had to leave, he froze staring at her stubbornly.

   Naomi rolled her eyes.  "I'll call you when I'm ready," she told him
firmly.  "That's my final word."

   "I will not stay away from you for an undetermined amount of time.  I
will not spend all this time getting past that prickly pride of yours. 
Next time Naomi, I'll just strip your damned clothes and take you.  I won't
give you a choice."



   Chapter Six

   Naomi flipped open her phone on the second line of "Now I Can See", the
ringtone she was using these days on her cell, the quick glance at the bold
block print THE RICES sending her stomach churning.  The next-door
neighbors' were calling, the familiar melody of her favorite song by the
pop group Britannica torturing her.  Sweet Jesus, could it be Kirk?  What
would she say to him?  She hadn't seen him, much less spoken to him in
seven days ~~ not since last Friday, when he'd fucked her to oblivion six
ways to Sunday, spinning her world around.

   She had reason to worry.  Here was this bona fide hunk, hung like King
Kong and nearly two decades younger than she was: she could not let him
feel that he was doing her any favors.  Deciding to risk it, she pushed the
talk button as the chorus kicked in, sweet relief settling her
somersaulting tummy when she heard Joanie's familiar voice on the other
end. "I haven't talked to you in ages, Naomi.  Are you all right?"

   "I'm fine, Joanie.  You know how work is these days." Yeah, working
myself ragged trying not to think about your hot son, failing miserably,
wanting every minute to go over there and throw myself at him and beg him
to take me in every way humanly possible...

   Joanie went blathering on as she always did, yammering about her husband
Jerry's latest attempts to qualify for the annual Blue Bay Pro-Am Golf
Tournament, her own weekly tennis matches with Jill Dolan, blah blah blah.
She mentioned in passing that Kirk had seen a friend from highschool,
Rachel something, and the mere mention of him with another woman filled her
with envy.  Probably some hot, young babe with big boobs and a tight ass.
But she had no right to feel possessive.  Afterall, she'd convinced herself
it really was nothing but a casual fling.  There was zero chance of a real
relationship.  Who cared that she was stroking herself off three and four
times a day with strumming fingers and her buzzing vibes remembering how
she'd kissed his naked skin, had his rough hands and smooth mouth all over
her...

   Naomi halfheartedly kept up her end of the conversation, mouthing words
of goodbye and clicking the phone closed as she glanced over at her lawn,
fondly remembering watching him mowing it two weeks ago.  He'd been back
once since and now the grass was looking downright ragged.  She was sorely
tempted to march over to that house right now and demand he mow her lawn.
And while he was at it he could tend to the lilacs and pepper trees in the
back yard.  Maybe, if he had extra time and was doing a particularly good
job, even trim her bush...

   Ooh, she was wicked.  A naughty, naughty girl!

   Resolve strengthening her every determined step, she flounced over to
the Rice's home and knocked on the front door.  Hammered on it, actually,
she was so wound up.  Her foot stamping with undisguised annoyance on the
front porch, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, very aware that
her nipples were chafing insistently against the cups of her bra.  Just
knowing Kirk was behind that door was enough to get her juices flowing.

   The door swung open and Joanie stood there, a surprised expression on
her face.  "Naomi!  I just talked to you on the phone." Joanie had that
remarkable ability to state the obvious.

   Naomi nodded once, her expression tight.  She could feel her skin
stretching across her face.  "We did but I need to chat with Kirk.  I need
some, uh, help with my yard."

   "Oh how unfortunate.  He's not here."

   "He's not?" Naomi couldn't help but frown dejectedly, her high spirits
sinking like a stone.  Damn it!

   "No, he went out with some friends, out to Hanceville or Bigbee or one
of those other places near The Fens," she sniffed haughtily.  Most of Blue
Bay's outlying small towns that butted up against the vast expanse of
cypress and mangrove swamps known as The Fens were home to poorer
residents, and the snooty Joanie didn't try to hide her class disdain. 
"One of them owns a cabin out there and the lot of them are out there for
the weekend.  I hope he doesn't get into any trouble."

   "Oh, well...isn't that nice." Her mouth puckered in sarcasm which she
regretted instantly because immediately she knew Joanie noticed it. 
Couldn't miss the perplexed look on her face.  She was making a damn fool
of herself.  This was really not good.

   "He'll be back Sunday sometime.  Shall I tell him you needed him?"

   Oh sure, he'd love hearing that.  "No, it's okay, Joanie.  I'll figure
something out myself.  Have a nice weekend."

   "You too, my dear.  Thanks for stopping by." Joanie closed the door and
Naomi seethed in her mounting frustration, stalking angrily back to her
house.  After walking around in a perpetual state of horniness for the past
seven days, she'd finally given in, sought him out and what did it get her?
Another lonely weekend while Kirk was off doing God knows what in a little
cabin out near The Fens.  Oh, she'd grown up in Blue Bay, knew all about
the parties out there on The Fens, riddled with booze, pot and women,
everything a single guy wanted in life.

   This was ridiculous.  A few hours of mind-blowing sex did not make a
serious relationship.  The only thing she was was in lust with a sizzlingly
sexy younger man.  Maybe she should give Laura a call, go out for a girls
night on the town, drink way too many Lemon Drops and pick up some hot guy.


   Oh who was she kidding?  No one else would do.  She only wanted Kirk.

   Kicking the tree that sat in its stupid pot on the front porch, she
entered her house, slamming the door behind her, knowing that this weekend
was going to be a real bummer.

   * * * * *

   "Oh yes, Naomi Daniels came over here earlier looking for you."

   Kirk glanced up from the Player magazine he was thumbing through, his
ears and interest immediately perking up.  "She did?  What did she want?"

   "Mentioned something about her lawn, how she needed your help.  I
thought you mentioned last week she had said she was going with a new lawn
service company.  Strange."

   Ha!  Served her right.  After she'd ignored him for a week, he thought
it was kind of cool that he hadn't been around when she'd come calling. 
"What exactly did you say to her?"

   "I told her you were out with some friends at a cabin near The Fens, of
course.  Then I told her you wouldn't be back until Sunday, which I now
realize was my mistake."

   "No, it wasn't your mistake, Mom.  I changed my mind and came home
early."

   It had driven him crazy being out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by
his old high-school friends who were all constantly drunk, sunburned from
fishing or airboating on The Fens, and ready for nighttime action.  The
beer had been flowing, the pot smoke heavy, half-naked women, some he'd
known from highschool, college and a few local girls who he suspected were
probably still in highschool, abundant and very frisky but Kirk hadn't been
tempted whatsoever.  Suffered from a major hang-up that wouldn't go away
the entire time he was there.  He didn't want to be with his friends or
those women, though more than one of the girls had come onto him strong.

   No, he wanted Naomi.  So tonight, on the very first night, when one of
his boys had produced the latest naughty movie featuring Samantha Sinn, all
the fellows hooting and all the ladies giggling, he'd begged off, telling
the taunting and booing crowd that he'd forgotten he had a hot date.  As he
left, tossing his barely-touched Bully Frog Beer in the trash, he thanked
the stars above that he'd brought his truck so he could go straight home.
To what he presumed would be another lonely night stroking off and then
dreaming about a woman who didn't really want him.  Now maybe he wouldn't
have to dream.  Maybe he could wander on over there after his parents went
to bed and sneak in through a window.  Scare the shit out of her and then
pounce on her like a man starved.  Just thinking of pouncing on her had his
cock surging in his shorts.  Not a good thing considering his mother sat
across the room in her recliner watching a rerun of that TV show "The
Centurions".

   "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Hint, hint.

   "Well, actually it is, now that you mention it.  I can always read for a
little bit." His mother stood, walking toward him with the remote control
outstretched in her hand.  He took it from her and she leaned down,
pressing a dry kiss to his cheek.

   "Good night, honey."

   "Yeah, night Mom."

   He watched her head back toward the master bedroom, drumming his fingers
on the arm of the couch anxiously.  How long should he wait?  Thank Christ
his parents went to bed relatively early, what with his fathers compulsive
need to be the first group out every weekday at the golf club and his
mother's near-obsessive love of reading books in bed.  Would she hear him
leave?  But a man on a mission can only wait for so long and after what
seemed like hours, though the rational part of him decided it probably
wasn't much more than fifteen minutes, he decided to hell with it.  After
clicking off the TV, turning off all the lights in the house, he grabbed
his keys, locked the door and silently exited the house.

   He headed toward Naomi's, sneaking through the side gate so he wouldn't
have to knock on her front door at ten o'clock on a Saturday night.  He
really hoped she was home.  After what they'd shared a week ago, he hadn't
been able to get her out of his mind.  She was all he thought about.  He
dreamed about her nearly every night.  Hot, erotic dreams that made him
wake up with a painful hard-on and the overwhelming need to fuck her.  The
dreams were good but nothing like the real thing.

   He didn't understand why Naomi was avoiding him.  Yeah, she'd given him
that song and dance about only having sex once--but he hadn't believed her.
The sex had been too good, too mind blowing to ignore.  Or at least he'd
thought.  That was his admittedly flimsy rationale why he was acting like a
juvenile delinquent, trying to sneak into his girlfriend's house so he
could get a fine piece of ass.  That's what a night of incredible sex did
to a guy.  Made him horny and desperate and willing to contemplate breaking
and entering.  If she rejected him, so be it.  He had to at least give it
one more try.

   Though the blinds were drawn, he saw a light shining from her bedroom
window, a good sign.  It meant she was home.  Therefore, he went to her
back patio, noticed the faint glow from the recessed light over her granite
kitchen counter and peered through a window of the French doors, looking
for some sign of life.  TV wasn't on.  There was no light on in the living
room so she had to be in her bedroom.  Deciding it was now or never, Kirk
rapped ever-so-lightly on the window, hoping like hell she didn't freak out
and call the cops.

   To his relief, Naomi was at her back door within seconds, clad in a pair
of loose cotton shorts and a tight tank top, showcasing every voluptuous
curve she had.  The porch light flashed on and she glared at him through
the window before flinging open the door and glaring at him.  "What the
hell are you doing here?"

   "I came over because my mom said you stopped by.  She said you needed
me." He couldn't help but smirk.

   She shook her head.  "I thought you were out on The Fens."

   "I came back." Kirk shrugged, wishing she would invite him inside.  Once
he got inside, he planned to ravish her.

   Naomi sighed loudly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.  There was
no mistaking the hard points of her nipples poking through the thin fabric
of her shirt.  Seeing them made his mouth water.  "You should go, Kirk. 
It's late.  I only needed to talk to you about my yard."

   "Yeah, right," he snorted.

   "You don't believe me?"

   "No, I don't.  I wanna know why you've been hiding from me."

   "I have not been hiding from you." She lifted her chin, looking
positively indignant.  Then she narrowed her eyes.  "Why are we having this
conversation right now?  Go home, Kirk.  Go to bed."

   "I'm not leaving." He copied her stance, crossing his arms in front of
him defiantly before walking brashly past an astonished Naomi and through
the open door.  She slammed it behind him and flicked off the porch light.
He walked into the kitchen and turned to face her.

   "You can't stay here, Kirk.  I told you it was a one-night affair.  I'll
walk you to the front door--"

   He didn't give her a chance to finish.  Grabbing her around the waist,
he lifted her onto the kitchen countertop, his hands moving up to cup
either side of her face, marveling briefly at her smooth, soft skin.  Her
eyes widened, plush mouth dropping open in surprise and he swooped in,
tilting his head and slanting his lips over hers, kissing her with a
ferocious intensity that stunned him.  Naomi responded immediately, her
mouth opening, allowing his tongue to slide inside her hot, wet mouth.  A
low moan sounded deeply in her throat as she wrapped her arms around him,
fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt and diving beneath to touch his
bare skin.  His mind whirled, couldn't get over how good she tasted, how
right she felt in his arms.  How much he'd missed her.  How much he never
wanted to let her go.



   Chapter Seven



   Naomi arched against Kirk, adjusting to the feel of his strong, solid
body pressed against hers, awash in erotic sensation.  She loved the way he
held her face so tenderly, his tongue doing a sweeping search of her mouth.
He was giving her the kiss she needed, not tasting her but devouring her,
and his unfettered hunger made her insides go melty, liquid need pouring
from her, dampening her pussy.  She knew he wanted her just as badly, saw
his powerful body quivering with tension, his powerful chest rising and
falling as quickly as her own.  When he took a step closer, fitting himself
between her thighs, she straddled his hips, her clenching cunny pressing
against the iron hard ridge of a thick erection barely contained beneath
his jeans.  The radiant heat and alluring scent emanating from his body
overwhelmed her, making her dizzy.  She moaned into his mouth, their
tongues colliding, as his hand slid boldly down to her ass, cupping the
cheek and sending waves of heat through her sex.

   She hadn't meant to do this, really.  When he'd knocked on her back door
she'd been lying in bed reading a book, eyelids heavy after a long, steamy
shower, ready to pass out into the potently erotic wet dreams she'd been
regularly enjoying for nearly a month now.  She had panicked when she'd
heard someone at her back door, then hoped against hope it might be the
object of her desire.  Sure enough, it was Kirk, looking more gorgeous than
any man had a right to look.  His dark hair a mess, his clothes positively
ragged, barefoot ~~ but no one had ever looked better.  It had taken
everything she had not to haul him inside and tear his clothes off right in
the middle of her kitchen.

   While one hand provocatively fondled her ass, gently separating her
cheeks, the other began sliding upward until his fingers were clutching at
her hair, removing the scrunchy band to allow her dense hair to fall free.
Running his fingers through the silky waves, he tilted her head and
deepened their kiss, tongue plunging past her lips, taking her mouth with a
barely controlled sexuality that took her breath.  His hips pressed upward
against the flimsy barrier of her panties, grinding against her sensitive
pussy as her system rocked with the incendiary pleasure.  She could feel
sensual flames shooting through her vagina, rocking her womb as the heat of
his beefy cock pressed into her.  She pressed back, her hips moving,
undulating against him as her fingers pressed into the hot, hard flesh of
his back, her entire being too consumed with Kirk.

   Breaking off the kiss, she panted against his touch while his sensuous
touch made her body throb with unrequited desire.  He stared at her,
brilliant, gorgeous blue eyes darker now, heavy with undisguised lust,
breaths coming in heavy gasps.  His sexual appetite quickly overcame his
exhaustion because he released his hold on her hair, hand sliding down,
fingers trailing across her cheek.  She could only stare back, her mouth
parting when he touched her lips, and she drew his prodding index finger
inside.  Her tongue snuck around it and his lids fluttered.  She sucked his
finger deep inside her mouth, feeling a corresponding tug deep inside as he
pushed forward, and he groaned.  "You want this as badly as I do," he
whispered, his voice rough, hot.

   She didn't answer him, just wrapped her hand around his wrist and
slipped his finger provocatively in and out of her mouth.  Reminding him
what she could do to please him, tightening her plush lips around him and
tapping her tongue against his fingertip.  The memory of having his thick
cock in her mouth made her wobble, her pussy flood with cream.

   With a moan, he tore his finger away, his hands going for the bottom of
her tank top.  She helped him, reaching down and yanking the shirt up and
over her head, exposing herself.  His lips reached for her nipples but for
a moment, he seemed able to do nothing but stare at the hard, dark pink
tips, swollen and flushed as they rose and fell sharply from her agitated
breathing, he was ready to devour.  Watching the hard little points
carefully, his tongue distended and swiped over the delicate bud
experimentally.  Nipples hardening even more, she shivered, gasping when he
bent his head and drew one into his mouth.  She arched to him, her hands
locking in his hair as he began to suckle the engorged nipple.  The gentle
sucking caused her entire body to tingle and she sank her fingers into his
thick, silky hair, holding him close to her.

   "You taste so good," he murmured, then shifted to lavish the same
attention on the other plump nubbin.  She could only groan in response,
dipping her head to watch him.  Her neglected nipple was so hard and wet
from his mouth and his stubble-roughened face rubbed against her sensitive
skin, making her cry out, chanting his name, feeling so hot, so soft and
sweet she could barely breathe for it.  She felt herself start to wobble,
was worried she might swoon when Naomi, his mouth still nursing hungrily on
her tingling breast, swept a brawny arm behind her collapsing knees and
swept her up in his arms.  She felt self-conscious for a moment, knew she
wasn't a willowy teenager anymore, but he carried her to her bedroom with
graceful ease.

   As he set her to her re-strengthened feet, letting go of her plumpened
nipple with an audible pop, Kirk stood to his full height and grabbed one
of her hands, bringing it to his obscenely tented crotch.  Her fingers
curled possessively around the ridged length she felt there, so hot even
through his blatantly bulging shorts.  "See what you do to me?  I've been
walking around with a non-stop hard-on since I last saw you."

   "My, my." She moved her hand up then down to his visibly straining cock,
causing a strangled groan to escape his lips.  Her fingers went for the
button at the waistband and undid it before sliding the zipper down slowly,
lusty anticipation percolating in her veins.  Her hand slipped inside his
shorts, brushing against the soft cotton of his boxers, and his entire body
tensed, waiting breathlessly for her next move.  She heard him swallow, his
hips thrusting subtly as her fingers played teasingly with the elastic
waistband.

   "What are you waiting for?"

   His voice was raspy, his erection straining against the cotton and she
tilted her head, watching him while she licked her lips.  "It's kind of
exciting waiting, don't you think?"

   "I think you're trying to drive me crazy." Sweat beaded and trickled
down his forehead and she could smell the musky scent of his masculine
arousal, causing her aroused pussy to grow wetter.  With a throaty giggle
she did, her hand sliding smoothly beneath the stretched fabric, coming
into contact with blazing hot, velvety skin stretched over steely hardness.
Slippery liquid seeped from the tip of his cock and she ran her thumb
experimentally through it, spreading the lubrication all over the bulbous
head.

   Her name tore from his lips with a ragged moan, the arousing sound of it
egging her on, making her want to hear it again.  Pushing at his shorts and
underwear, she slid them down his thighs, heard them fall around his ankles
before he kicked them off, his engorged penis bouncing heavily outwards
before its cumbersome bulk pulled it back downwards captivating her
attention..

   "Let's get you naked." Naomi helped him tug his shirt over his head.

   "I'd like it even better if I was inside you." His hands moved to her
hips, sliding her closer to the edge of the countertop.  He pushed on the
waistband of her shorts.  "Take these off."

   Naomi released his erection and lifted her hips, allowing him to slip
her little sleeping shorts and sopping panties off, already so excited she
was practically coming.  His hand slipped in between their shimmying bodies
to cup her pussy, his fingers teasing her plump, swollen lips before
delving between the swollen folds to find the thick, hot honey that poured
from her heated cunny.  As two digits worked slowly inside her soaked
channel, stretching the sensitive tissue, a coil of fire seemed to tighten
in her womb.  He tested her juicy pussy with slow strokes of his fingers,
thrusting in and out with precise, controlled movements, caressing the
nerve endings, setting them ablaze with her need for more.  Spreading her
legs wider, she allowed him easier access, tossing her head back as he
stretched her intimate folds, his thumb rasping against her clit whisper
light, making her shudder.

   "How about we try something different?" She looked at him with wary
eyes, her curvaceous body quivering with what he hoped was burgeoning
excitement.  "Hop on the bed and roll over onto your tummy."

   She did as requested without hesitation and he slithered onto the
feather-filled mattress with her, his appreciative eyes traveling a slow
path of desire along the elegant arc of her back, noting the buxom
curvature of her pillowy breasts and the ebb and flow of her temptingly
plush hips before pausing on the gleaming moon-like orbs of her luxurious
buttocks.  They undulated slowly beneath him and that wanton motion,
combined with the fact her curvy legs were spread apart, affording him the
opportunity to witness the creamy groove of her lavish pussy, her pouting
pussy lips hungrily glistening with fresh juices enough to make him want to
sledge his throbbing cock inside her until she fainted from wanton
pleasure.

   Instead, he lowered himself to his hands and knees and crawled behind
her, between her fully-splayed thighs, brought his hands down, slipping
them under her knees, pulling the kneecaps towards opposite sides of the
mattress and exposed the whole flat place of her rear cleavage to his
lustful sight.  As if by instinct, she tilted her pelvis to lift her
buttocks, exposing her back hole to his hungry eyes.

   "That's right," Kirk whispered his naughty encouragement.  "Give it up."

   He dropped his head and gently flicked the quivering red tip of his wet
tongue into her succulent vaginal entry, her, tickling her inner vulva with
his tongue, drinking the cream that spilled into his mouth.  She cried out
her bawdy delight, wiggling her lush ass in his face, knowing the movement
would be flaunting the pink rosebud of her anus.  She imagined him looking
up her, admiring the alluring crimson-tinged star that taunted him,
tempting him to explore, and she felt an unexpectedly growing longing for
him to touch her there.  Her ex-husband had only rarely come anywhere close
to her anus, maybe accidentally brushing up against it when they were
engaged in doggystyle sex but certainly never devoting any amount of time
on this most forbidden part of her anatomy.

   Kirk had a sudden urge to take Naomi's ass, to claim this secret part of
her as his as well, and he shuddered at the mere thought of what it would
feel like when her warm spongy channel closed so tightly around his totally
engulfed cock.  With that thought in mind, he glossed his tongue up the
buttery-smooth cleft, his eyes focused on the demure pucker nestled in her
shadowy hollow, thought he could see it throbbing almost as if it
anticipated his next move.  He responded by slipping his tongue tip into
that attractive dip, the unexpected, moistly searing contact with the taboo
opening bringing a long low moan of indecisive pleasure from Naomi's lips.
Her head tossed and chills ran up the full length of her naked back and
then back down again onto her buttocks from where the forbiddenly sexy
sensation racing so out of control through her body had originated.  He
tightened his grip on the back of her knees, expecting her to recoil ~~ but
she didn't ~~ and even he was surprised at what happened.

   Instead Naomi's legs fell limply open and her voluptuous ass pressed
backward of its own volition, without any coercion or even effort on his
part.  The salacious movement caught him by surprise and disbelief buzzed
through his brain when the lunar spheres ground wantonly and excitedly back
against the eager wetness of his mouth.  He started using his nimble
tongue, slowly at first, licking down the entire length of her crevice from
the very moment her crescent-shaped hips swelled into the cushiony orbs of
her rump down to the glossy split of her sumptuous sex and back again.  His
original intentions were to be gentle, subtle but she ground her softly
fleshed fanny even closer against him in a desperate effort to pump back on
the hotly flicking tongue that had started to focus on licking
tantalizingly around her appealing anus.  He blew his warm breath softly
against her behind and when he stabbed his tongue straight into the tight
fleshy ring, she whimpered her debauched arousal, goose bumps rippling
across her squirming buttocks and down the backs of her excitedly trembling
thighs.

   His hand smoothed slowly over her rear, hard and warm, pausing briefly
to trace her puckered hole with his index finger, making her jump, before
then dipping quickly back downwards into the heated, slick crease of her
gooey channel.  She cried out, head tossing, body twitching as his finger
pushed forward slowly.  He gathered the slick essence, massaging the thick
juices from her crease back to her tight little anus then back again, his
finger rasping over her delicate pucker each and every time.  Her heart was
thundering in her chest, her breathing ragged, almost a cry as he kept
moving but she was so drippingly wet, so juicily slippery and sultry hot he
had her lubricated quickly.

   "Stick your finger in me," Naomi heard herself moan, all her carnal
desires that had for so long been focused on her cunny now zooming in on
her nether hole.

   "I had a feeling you might say that.  But I need you to take a deep
breath," he commanded harshly.  "Now."

   She breathed in deep.  She knew how to do this, made certain her body
would be ready for it when he wanted it.  But still, her eyes flew open,
her mouth opening on a gasp, and she could not halt the rough groan that
tore from her throat as a shockwave of raw sensation ripped through her
when that teasing finger dipped into the tight little hole and breached her
anus, spearing deeply into the tight little hole.  He thrust further into
the tight grotto, slow and easy, the slide of her own juices easing the
penetration, searching every tiny little ridge and she moaned long and low
in her throat, willingly pushing her ass against him.  She heard him groan
harshly behind her as her internal muscles gradually eased around him.  His
stroked inside her slow and easy, massaging the shy membranes,
accommodating their needs, preparing her as she tremulously cried out at
the taboo heat and the unique pleasure/pain assaulting her body.

   "God, Naomi, look at you," he whispered at her ear.  "Your eyes are so
dark, so aroused.  Your nipples hard, your pussy so wet I could drown in it
and your sexy ass is sooo tight."

   "Don't stop," she urged.  His inciteful words weren't lost on her, the
heartfelt devotion she heard in his deeply resonant voice had her body
pulsing in traitorous arousal.  He moved slowly, in and out of her inner
heat and her ass rocked, moving with him.  It was so good, feeling the
muscles that he'd seduced into timidly accepting him, now lustily gripping
him tight.  She couldn't stop the need to push back against him, or the
strangled cry as the fingers of his other hand moved skillfully to her
pulsing clit.  She felt like she was coming unglued, was on fire.  So hot,
so ready for him, she didn't know if she could survive it.

   "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he growled gutturally.

   Naomi shook her head, a deep blush crimsoning her cheeks.  "It - It's
been a long time," she breathed huskily, remembering her promiscuous days
at GulfCoast University, thinking she had closed that chapter long ago. 
Apparently not because she had been aware of something for several minutes
now.  She wanted Kirk's big cock up her ass so bad that she would have
gladly given a month's salary for the depraved pleasure.

   "Will you let me?" he breathed as though reading her mind.  "I'm hard
and thick, baby, and all I want in this world right now is to hear you
scream in pleasure as I slide my big cock up your tight little ass.  Are
you ready for it?"

   "Yes," she whispered, whimpering.  God, was he using two fingers now? 
"I want you.  However you want me, Naomi.  Wherever you want me." Her back
arched as he stretched the tender opening with his churning fingers,
sending a fiery pleasure streaking through her body so destructive she
feared she would never survive it.  Her pussy, delectably whetted by this
thumb doing wicked things to her clit, pulsed, gushed, sending a fresh flow
of slick juices to further slicken his deepstroking fingers.  She was drunk
on the sexuality thickening around them, damp with perspiration, with the
heat raging through her body that she couldn't help but dig her heels into
the mattress, lifting closer to him, bucking against each entrance to drive
him deeper.  She felt so full, invaded, penetrated, on the verge of a
climax so explosive she wondered if she would survive it.

   "Damn, Naomi, easy now," Kirk growled as he abruptly stilled.  His
tormenting fingers, which had been lodged deep, began sliding smoothly away
from her greedy body, leaving her aching, almost begging for more.  "I need
you to relax as much as possible." She cried out in protest, on the edge of
oblivion and gasping to fly into it.  And he was denying her.  Again, he
was denying her.

   "Got any lube in that toy box of yours?" he said with a roguish smile,
gesturing over towards her bedside drawer.

   Her body tensed almost instantaneously and she glanced over her shoulder
at him, her face dark with suspicion.  "Exactly how do you know about my
drawer?"

   Oh shit!  "Uh...", he stammered, feeling his own cheek start to flame.

   Scrambling away from him, she sat up, glaring accusatorily at him. 
"Kirk, how did you know?"

   "Um..." His terrified brain raced through a series of explanations, one
lamer than the rest, but something inside him couldn't lie to her, knew she
deserved nothing less than the truth.  "I saw you one night.  With a
vibrator you grabbed out of the drawer.  I have a direct view from my
bedroom and so, well...I watched you put on quite the show."

   "Oh my God!  Let me die of humiliation." She shook her head, covering
her face with her hands and he knew he'd blown it.  The erotic mood was
totally and irreparably lost.

   "Naomi, trust me, it was hot ~~ the hottest thing I've ever seen.  I
wanted to be that vibrator in the worst way, dreamed of thrusting between
your legs, buried deep inside your beautiful pussy." He moved closer,
touching the side of her face.  "And now that I have, the reality is so
much better than my fantasy ever was."

   She leaned into his affectionate touch, moved by his honesty, the
heartfelt devotion she sensed in his confession.  "I'm so embarrassed," she
murmured into his chest.

   "Don't be." Leaning in, he kissed her, wanting to reassure her.  "You're
the sexiest woman I know.  Maybe someday you could give me a live
performance."

   "How about now?" She stared at his shocked expression and a sassy smile
grew on her face.  She waggled her eyebrows at him, reaching toward the
drawer.  Excitement coursed through her blood at this new set of
developments as she searched through her now-infamous drawer.  She found
what she was looking for and turned to see him leaning back on his
haunches, watching, eyes bright and shimmering.  She tossed the palm-sized
tube and he caught it with one hand, glancing down at the label.

   "VasoLube?" He cocked a brow.  "Are you serious?" Then he started to
laugh, peals of merry laughter ringing through the room.  "Do you know you
makes this?  Pharmatopsis!  I'm not even kidding.  When I went for my final
interview, they had me waiting in a conference room, one wall of which was
dedicated to the long and prestigious history of VasoLube, best selling
personal lubricant in the world, Pharmatopsis' most profitable item ever."

   She giggled.  "Maybe you'll get an employee discount.  Ah--this was what
I was looking for." She held the tiny device in her hand, pointing it
directly at him.

   "What is it?" he asked, staring wonderingly at the metallic, egg-shaped
gadget.

   "That, silly man, is every single lady's best friend."

   She flashed him a feisty grin, flicked the hidden control switch on the
side of it with her thumb, and it came to life, a near-imperceptible
buzzing strumming the air.  She skimmed the tiny vibrator over her tender
breasts, circling it around each pudgy nipple.  "Hmm," she breathed, the
familiar cotton-candy sweetness bringing about a purr of pleasure that only
intensified when she saw his semi-engorged penis jump.  She found it
strangely exciting to notice him watching, transfixed as she slid the vibe
down her body, over her curving belly, down farther until it teased the
dark curls between her legs.

   "It's very discreet.  I carry it in my purse and get myself off whenever
I have the urge." A little moan escaped her when she dipped the vibrator
deeper between her legs.  The delicious vibrations were, as always,
thrilling, but what gave them their exquisite edge was the new-found
exhibitionistic thrill she was discovering.  It was a revelation she would
have to more thoroughly explore...

   "You actually do that?" She noticed he swallowed hard, as if he was
having considerable difficulty just getting the words out.

   "The last time I did was ... gosh ..  maybe a week and a half ago." She
chewed her lower lip bashfully, then gifted him another saucy smile.  "By
which I mean that was the last time I went an entire day at work without
giving myself a quickie." She tilted her hips and made a show of running
the vibe back and forth between her swollen lower lips for her voyeuring
audience of one.  "Having a private office has its perks.  And, of course,
every time I used it, I'd think of you."

   "Fuck." Growling, he lunged for her, making her squeal.  In seconds he
had her flat beneath him, the tiny vibrator clasped between his fingers,
thrusting it between her legs.  He proved as adept at using her toy as he
had in seemingly every other facet of lovemaking, zeroing in on her needy
clit, the resultant burst of prismatic bliss making her gasp .  "Ooh yeah,
just like that." She arched against him, her hips moving in slow circles,
legs spreading to allow him better access.

   "I want you on your hands and knees." She looked up and saw a determined
expression strengthening his boyish features once more.  He had a plan and
it undoubtedly included finishing what they'd started earlier.  She felt
herself grasped tightly by the waist as he pushed several pillows beneath
her legs before elevating her as he guided her hips to a kneeling position
so that she was on all fours in classic doggystyle position.  Her breath
catching as he lifted and tilted her lower torso in small adjustments to
give him better access to the small entrance she knew he was determined to
take now.

   After arranging her as he wanted, he uncapped the plastic tube then
squeezed a generous row of the lubricating gel on his fingers.  Seconds
later, the chilly jelly touched her intimate flesh, causing her to flinch.

   "I know it's cold.  But it will warm up quick." His smile flashed,
wicked and hot as he stealthily slipped fingers inside her pussy, moving
them only slightly, only occasionally, keeping her on edge, keeping the
wet, sticky warmth flowing there.

   Naomi shook her head, fighting the need to close her eyes as he began to
push his probing fingers into her tight hole once again.  One finger,
sliding easy inside her, spreading the gel.  Then two, easing into the
passage as he spread the soothing lubrication deep inside her.  She cried
out, but not in pain as she felt three invade her, stretching her.  The
forbidden sensations tore through her, leaving her gasping as he continued
to stretch her slowly, his fingers running titillatingly through her
succulent slit as he did so, her rich cream washing over him as he caressed
her aching clit, keeping her on the edge of release.

   "Ah, what have we here?" Kirk exclaimed.  Her breath stilled, a ragged
moan escaping her throat as she saw what he had produced.  It was a large,
supple, flesh-colored, gel-filled dildo nearly as thick and long as his own
cock.  She had swapped out her precious Bunny Love vibrator for this one
after her first torrid night with him, its more realistic phallic shape and
design easier to integrate into her masturbatory fantasies.  He smiled
wickedly as her eyes widened, fire searing as he lay the formidable sextoy
between her splayed thighs, watching her carefully.

   When he touched the blunted tip of the big dong to her exposed cunny,
rimming her entrance, she groaned, burying her face in the comforter.  He
started sliding it in, incrementally at first, but when he saw how easily
her greedy pussy drew the hefty toy inwards, he began pumping the dildo
into her cunny like a madman, his hands holding her legs in place as the
sextoy dipped deep into the well of hot cream her body pulsed.  Yet, he
still refused to let her climax, pushing the thick jellied phallus inside
her to the hilt to bring her time and time again to the edge, only to pull
back before she could go over.

   "Does it feel as good as my cock?"

   She shook her head emphatically.  "No!"

   Withdrawing the sextoy from her grasping body, her slippery honey
drenching the rugged shaft, he ran the gel-filled dildo along the deep
split of her ass, teasing her puckered anus.  "Do you want this in your
ass?" His voice was soft now, dangerous in its completely sexual intent.

   Naomi glanced over at him, saw his lovely cock was hard as steel, the
bulbous tip weeping with pre-come at the idea of pumping the dildo deep
inside her.  "Yes," she said on a hiss, thrusting her curvy rump
provocatively toward him.

   "This big thing needs to be good and slippery for you to take it," he
whispered as he covered the sextoy with a generous layer of Vasolube.  His
expression was a tight contortion of fierce arousal, his eyes glittering
with a raging lust that made her own rise.  "It's firm, but not too hard,"
he promised her as he kissed her thigh, licking the skin there briefly
before resuming slathering the vibe with slickness.  He made a show of
mixing the lubricant with her natural juices, hungrily licking his fingers
clean.

   "Ready now?" he asked her.  Naomi couldn't respond, her mind fogged, her
body lethargic despite the blood surging through her.  "Yeah you are,
baby," he told her, his tone so gentle, so approving her lashes fluttered.
Then she felt it, the dildo teasing her nether entrance, circling around,
dipping just the tip into her tight butt hole.  She couldn't control the
whimper that escaped her throat, hated the betraying pulse of arousal that
filled her body.  Her eyes widened as she felt the sexual toy slow enter
her, part the tender portals guarding her nether entrance, making her head
shake in short, jerky movements, her hands fisting in the pillows strewn
before her.

   "Oh God.  Kirk." She couldn't stop the arch of her body as the thick
device began to fill her, stretch her.  She writhed beneath him, her hips
arching, then a high, startled cry escaped her lips as she felt the flared
tip slip past the tight ring of inner muscles.

   "Naomi." Kirk's voice sounded as strained, as violently aroused as she
was now.  "Baby.  Oh baby, how pretty you are.  You're stretched so tight
around it.  Yes, let it feel good for you."

   She couldn't stand it.  She couldn't.  It was too much.  Too much and
yet not enough.  She heard another groan, far more guttural this time,
sounding deep in her throat as he pushed the dildo into her inch by slow
inch, twisting it within her tight hole, making tingling fire shoot up her
spine, then back down.  Each slow thrust stretched her impossibly, leaving
her gasping, nearly pleading for him to take her now.  Right now.  But she
couldn't speak as her body bucked, driving the dildo those last few inches,
bottoming out.  The breath strangled in her throat as the fiery pleasure
seared her body in wave after wave, lightning streaks of arousal so hot she
expected blisters.  She could feel her cunny pulsing, leaking her own
natural lubrication, preparing itself for what was to come.

   He pulled the dildo back, then pushed it home again.  He did so slowly,
his strokes firm but not too fast.  She arched desperately to him, their
eyes locked, their needs, their arousal feeding from each other until she
could stand no more, an agonized haze of lust burning her alive.  Her anus
was stretched as it never had been.  And how she needed him now.  She
needed to climax, but the unfulfilling strokes used kept her only poised on
the brutal edge of her release.  Even when he dipped his head, licking the
juices dripping from her shamelessly drenched pussy, slurping up the
dribble of sweet cream sliding down the inside of her thigh, all it did was
whet her needs to a razor sharpness.

   She bucked against the slow thrust, lifting to him, her hand gripping
his wrist, halting the movement inside her body.  "Fuck me, damn you.  Stop
teasing me like this." She had to grit her teeth when that small, wry smile
tilted his lips.

   Then he was removing the dildo, putting it aside, his eyes darkening,
purpose hardening his expression.  "Kneel up higher." he commanded softly,
his voice thick, so rough it rumbled from his chest.  When she did, he
positioned himself behind her, brushing his engorged cock against her
swollen pussy lips, teasing her.

   "I don't want to just fuck that pretty pussy of yours," he growled, his
voice tight with lustful anticipation.  "I've been dying to burrow back
inside your sweet little ass, Naomi.  Starving for it.  I won't wait any
longer.  I want to hear you cry out.  And that's not the only thing I'll
expect from you.  I want to watch you masturbate, I want to fuck you in a
million different places, a million different positions.  Do you understand
me."

   Naomi could do nothing but mewl as he levered himself up, his thighs
pressed tightly against her hips, positioning his steely erection directly
over her demure little opening.  "Ready now, baby?" he crooned, his voice
dark, anything but soothing.

   "Kirk..." She stilled as she felt the mushroomy glans beginning to part
the tender opening.  Would it hurt?  He was a bit larger than the dildo,
harder, hotter.  So hot and thick.

   "I love you, Naomi." The softly spoken words, so filled with emotion,
with hunger and need, washed over her.  "Only you, Naomi."

   She clenched her teeth to hold back a scream as she felt Kirk's
unrelenting cock pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of
protective muscle before starting to sink slowly inside her well-lubricated
behind, the tiny stretched opening slipping over and clasped the
lust-swollen shaft like a rubber band.  Though he'd slipped in only
marginally, Naomi shuddered.  His cock felt like a brand.  A thick, hard,
incredibly arousing piece of hot steel sliding past her gripping membranes.
It had been over fifteen years since she'd been taken anally.  In all that
time, she had never once considered it.  But all that was forgotten now in
the driving anguish of her lubricious desire because there she was, on her
knees, her butt in the air, her shoulders to the mattress as the big
twenty-something grinned above her like a conquering devil and pumped his
hips hard down until his thick, heatedly pulsating cock sank halfway to the
hilt.  His fiercely throbbing shaft skewered the delicate softness of her
tight anal channel and the incomparably debauched feel of his luscious
manhood plundering her tightly clasping rectum sent a long shudder of
delight throughout her body.

   "Slow, baby," he growled, "Slow and easy."

   She screamed as he glided slowly, relentlessly, inch by unbearable inch
pushing ever deeper into her anus.  She screamed not with pain but with
streaking pleasure so intense it burned her alive, sent flames flickering
through her pussy, her womb, making her insane with the combination of
carnal delight and emotional excess.  All her attention focused on the
welcome invader that pushed ever deeper into the depths of her nether
being, shoving the soft rubbery flesh inside the widely-stretched passage
before it in great waves.  But as he pushed with hot deliberation further
into the ultra-snug channel, his fingers weren't still.  His thumb raked
her clit.  His fingers played with the bare lips of her pussy, sliding in
teasingly as he made a slow advance into the hot grip of her ass until she
was dying with ecstasy.  She bucked against him, trying to drive him
deeper, continuously crying out in submission at the biting streaks of
excruciating pleasure as her body eagerly accommodated the breathtaking
thickness of his cock.  The bucking of her nakedly voluptuous body served
to skewer his lengthy rod even deeper until she felt the coarse hair of his
loins smack heavily into the softness of her upturned buttocks, every
throbbing inch of his fleshy thickness filling her backside to the hilt as
the muscles convulsed around it.

   "There, sweet baby." He was breathing hard, fighting for control.

   Naomi felt dazed, her anal channel on fire, scrumptiously filled,
impossibly stretched, awash in such stinging pleasure she feared the coming
orgasm.  "Now," she gasped, moving against him, trying to force him to
begin the deep hard thrusts that would eventually send her dizzily spinning
into her vertiginous climax.

   "Not yet, baby." He purposefully picked up the dildo he'd set aside
earlier.  "You wanted to play with your toys, so let's play."

   "Kirk.  I can't stand it," she cried out as he tantalizingly rubbed the
firm head of the jellied penis against her honey-doused vaginal entrance.
He stretched her anus so tightly, filled it so deeply, that she feared what
would happen to her own state of mind if he pushed that big dildo up her
sensitive pussy.  She was already poised on such a peak of sensation it was
almost mind destroying.  During one memorable booze-and-pot soaked night at
GulfCoast University, she had done this with two frat brothers, her only
experience with multiple sex partners, felt their cocks straining in her
body, her mouth, and hadn't known this raw intensity of primal sensation.

   "Too bad, baby," he whispered gently.  "Because here it comes."

   Her head fell back as the mushroomy latex head nudged her inner lips,
then spread them wide.  She could feel every thick inch, every manipulated
ridge, every damned nuance of the big dildo as he began to work it slowly
into her already tight sheath, whimpering her unabashed delight when it
thrilled her wet heat like a velvet tongue.  She thrashed beneath him,
screaming out as the incendiary pleasure tore through her body with bursts
of cauterizing heat so blinding it nearly took her breath.  When he had the
sextoy firmly, deeply, embedded within her, he began to move with long
smooth strokes, stretching her little anal opening more and more, sending
streaks of fire blazing up her anus as rampageous pleasure tore at her very
core.  Her pussy was sizzling.  She could feel her juices literally flowing
from her dong-stuffed cunny.  Oh God.  It was too much.

   "Feel good, baby?"

   He had begun reaming her with slow, careful thrusts, his lengthy cock
nearly drawing free of her snug anus before he pushed back in a long,
smooth slide that had stars flashing in front of her eyes.  She had to be
in shock, she thought as she moved against him, taking him deeper inside
the forbidden little hole, glorying in the agonizing pleasure/ euphoric
pain ripping through her.  But there she was, her lushly naked body jerking
and quivering, her long hair falling over her face and around her neck and
back while she squirmed lewdly in front of her beloved sodomizer.  To
compound her bliss, the dildo buried in her gooey pussy moved with each
thrust, slow, shallow strokes that caressed nerves rarely exposed to such
sensation, rarely stretched in just such a way.  Her head tossed.  Her
muscles tightening on him as he groaned in pleasure and lost the last bit
of control.  She loved it when he exploded in just that manner.

   "You're so tight." His voice was rough, so deep and dark she shivered at
the sound as he began to fuck her in earnest then, withdrawing and then
plunging deep inside her again and again.  Each hard thrust inside her
anus, each rasping of the dildo up her pussy pushed her higher, turned her
into a creature of ravenous sensation, famishedly hungering, lustily
craving each second of the countdown to iridescent ecstasy.  And he was
driving her to it.  Hard, blistering thrusts up her ass that kept her
poised on that edge of pleasure, of pain, left them both gasping.  "So hot
and tight around my cock it's all I can do not to come inside you now."

   Naomi moaned in rising lust.  Yes, that was what she wanted.  She wanted
him to come now, to feel him shuddering against her, pumping his tasty seed
inside her.

   "You like this, baby?" he asked her; the eroticism of his voice had her
pulse rate jumping.  "God, I wish you could see the way your tight little
ass stretches open for my cock, my swollen shaft shaft pulling the tiny
ridges of her pinkly clasping rectum on each withdrawal stroke before you
suck me right back in..." he groaned roughly.  "I'm going to come up your
ass, baby.  I'm going to fill it so deep with my come that you'll never
forget the feel of me inside you."

   She never would anyway.

   Naomi's fingers tightened in the already bunched sheet beneath her, the
mewling whimpers that escaped her throat every time he ground his erection
inside her merging with the salacious sounds of her slurping pussy and
suctioning ass around the twin deepdrilling shafts.  She could feel every
inch of his big cock boring through her sensitive flesh, every delectable
throb, every pulsing vein as it tunneled through the tender tissue, burying
himself balls deep.  Fuck, she'd never felt like this before, so wild,
completely uninhibited.  It was like he was an animal made to fuck, to rut
with this man and have him claim her as his own.  The thought of Kirk
actually being her man sounded good, right, so much so that her pussy
rippled and she knew he felt it in the desperately stretched tunnel he was
powering into.  Over and over.  Fierce, desperate thrusts as she felt her
body tighten, her womb clench, her pussy spasm.  Her clit became a swollen
mass of torturous lust; her cunny sobbing in its primitive need and she
could feel...something.  An edge of dark coiling need gathering in the pit
of her stomach with each stroke of his cock up her ass.

   "Kirk, I can't stand it." She could barely speak, the need was so great.
She was writhing beneath him, or trying to.  His hands held her hips
tightly, keeping her in place, refusing to allow her to increase the pace
of his thrusts.  "Fuck me harder.  Do something, please."

   "Easy, baby." He was fighting for breath; his ragged voice deepening
further.  "Patience.  Just a little more.  You're so fucking tight I can't
stand it much longer."

   The dildo felt as thick as a baseball bat, his cock as hard as iron, but
each long thrust inside her tender channels was making her crazy for more.
She wanted him driving inside her, plunging as hard and fast inside her ass
and pussy as possible.  She was dying for it.  She clenched her silky
internal muscles as he thrust inside her again, thrilling to the savage
moan that tore from his throat.  He was moving faster now, shafting in and
out of her gaping anus and yawing cunny as he gasped for breath and she
whimpered in longing.  She could feel the detonative pleasure building
inside her.  It was unlike anything she had ever known before.  The hot
fist of clenched sensation gathering in her womb was tightening, burning.

   "Naomi, please." She tried to scream out the demand, but it sounded more
like a hoarse sob, delirious with arousal.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me harder. 
Please."

   The growl that tore from his throat sounded feral as he came over her
then, covering her smaller body with his powerful one, one elbow braced
upon her shoulder as his hand moved further beneath her undulating hips. 
Before she had any idea of his intention, the added balance allowed him to
start plunging the dildo hard and fast inside her needy cunny even as he
began to synchronously hammer her ass in earnest.  Deep, slamming strokes
surging through the gripping muscles as he seemed to spear into her very
soul, the dual pleasure shocking her reeling senses and turned her into a
witless creature of mindless sensation, of savage lust and rapacious need
so powerful that she was helpless in its grip.  She was dripping with sweat
but so was he, droplets spilling onto her hips as they bucked into each
driving thrust as the knot of need built within her surging womb, the base
of her spine tingling, her pussy rippling, tighter, tighter...

   Naomi lost her sanity, tried to scream as she strained against her
earthly bonds, feeling her tumultuous climax building,
surging...destroying. "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She arched her ass
toward him as helplessly her mouth opened to scream, but the sound that
emerged was a low, keening cry, signaling her eruption.  The shatteringly
explosive climax tore through her body with the force of a tidal wave off a
lake of molten fire washing over her, dazzlingly radiant, blistering with
rapturous heat and a glittering ecstasy so intense it was nearly painful.
On and on, it pulsed hot and sweet through her spasmodically convulsing
body making the satiny muscles of her anus unconsciously clamped harder on
his thrusting cock, her pussy clenching on the dildo as every nerve ending
in her body overloaded with the volcanic surges of galvanic euphoria.

   The sensuous milking of his ferociously ramrodding cock triggered Kirk's
own cataclysmic orgasm, sending him sailing over the brink, because seconds
later she heard his raggedly cry out her name, felt him throb, expand.  He
shuddered violently then flooded her inner recess, hard, heated jetting
bursts of his semen blasting into her anus in hot spurts.  He shuddered
from the primal intensity of it, his virile body utterly depleted, then
collapsed.  "Love you.  Love you.  Oh God, baby.  How I love you." He
breathed reverentially, raining kisses over her face, her lips, as his
potent body still jerked, trembled, his own gradually-descending release
rippling through each muscle and tendon.

   Naomi collapsed, fighting to catch her breath, shaking in the aftermath,
but the glimmering aftershocks of the coruscating orgasm stole it each time
in flashes of sparkling sweetness.  She trembled beneath him, her anus
still possessively gripping him, pulsing around him.  Never had she known
anything could be this intense, this incredibly, erotically intimate.  She
couldn't move.  She could barely breathe.  Sweat dripped from their bodies,
and the exotic scent of impassioned sex and soul-stirring satisfaction
wrapped around them with heated remnants of inflammatory desire.

   Naomi drifted in a haze of euphoric completion, awake, but not really
aware.  She was barely cognizant of him pulling the dildo free of her, but
she moaned in regret as she felt his beloved penis slide free of the grip
she had on his warm male flesh as he turned her on her back and cuddled up
to her, soothingly stroking her perspiration-damp skin.  The dark entrance
he had so thoroughly ravished still tingled almost violently from the
possession he had taken of it.  Her body was sensitized, exhausted and she
didn't think she could drag herself from the bed if her life depended on
it. What had happened to her?  She had been mindless, begging, in the grip
of something she couldn't understand and didn't want to look at too closely
right now because in some ways it frightened the hell out of her.

   "That is quite the collection of toys you've accumulated there,
sweetness," Kirk breathed, just a trace of roguish humor.

   "You like those?" she whispered playfully, her lips brushing against his
forehead as she gestured towards the oversized steamer trunk tucked away to
one side of the bedroom "Wait till you see the other stuff I have in that!"


   Chapter Eight

   "You wanna go out to dinner tonight?"

   Naomi looked up to find Kirk standing on the other side of the kitchen
window, a hopeful smile on his handsome face.  The days had cooled
considerably for early August and she'd been able to keep a few windows
open lately, letting in a pleasant breeze during the day.  Kirk took
advantage of that little fact by popping over unannounced, whispering to
her through the window.  Sneaking through the open French doors to give her
a quick, mind-blowing kiss and sometimes much, much more...

   Looking at a trickle of sweat sliding down Kirk's face, probably from
his typical vaulting over the boundary fence, smiled, remembering how
deliciously sexy he had looked working in her backyard, wearing shorts and
nothing else.  How he'd fucked her silly yesterday afternoon after a
particularly sweaty workout with the sledgehammer.  All of that damp, warm
skin, the taste of salt on her lips when she kissed him everywhere,
droplets of sweat splashing on her writhing torso as his iron-hard cock
ploughed through her...

   Afterwards, they'd shared a steamy shower, Kirk taking her in his
powerful arms and soaping her breasts while she lathered up his bronzed,
puissant chest.  His kisses were as playful as the burbling water splashing
over them, but they contained an underlying passion that made her
weak-kneed and fluttery.  Her sexual susceptibility was highly stimulated
by his long and thick penis nudging against her tremulous thighs, driving
her wild.  By the time they stepped out of the shower, their nude bodies
were flushed with the steam and quivering with an overwhelming desire, her
cunny hot as a firecracker and running like a river in a spring thaw.  They
melted together in an intense embrace, their freshly lathered, rinsed and
steamed bodies exuberantly touching, groping, discovering.  She'd tried to
guide them back into her bedroom but as they sank to the thickly carpeted
floor in front of the sink, it was the most natural thing for his body to
crouch over his and for him to slide his thick organ into her voracious
hole...

   Naomi had to admit to herself that she secretly enjoyed all the sneaking
around.  Two months of illicit rendezvous with Kirk in the late-night hours
had left her in a hazy state of well-pleasured exhaustion.  Having an
ardent younger lover, especially one so well hung and such a first-class
lover, had done wonders for her ego and her state of mind.  She'd never
been so thoroughly fucked in her life.  She hadn't known she had it in her.
But, apparently, she did.  Oh, Laura knew what was happening ~~ she gave
their approval at her best girlfriend "snagging and shagging a younger
dude" but really, this was turning into more than that.  Sometimes, in the
middle of the night when her mind was a whirlwind of worry, she almost
wished the entire affair had never happened.  Though she also knew that was
bullshit.  She couldn't imagine her life without Kirk now.

   "I planned on making us dinner," she finally answered, rinsing off the
last plate and setting it in the dishwasher.  She shut the door with a loud
snap and brushed her hands together.  "Wouldn't you rather stay in?"

   With a heavy sigh, he ran his hand through his hair, making it
practically stick straight up.  "I'm sick of staying in.  I'm asking you to
go out to dinner with me, Naomi.  Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

   Oh God, she'd been dreading this moment for what felt like forever.  Her
face heated and she knew her cheeks were bright red as she nibbled on her
lower lip, praying he wouldn't notice through the window screen.

   But of course, he did.  His previously cheerful expression changed in an
instant, eyes darkening, lips thinning.  Shoving away from the window, he
started to walk away.

   "Wait, Kirk!" She chased after him, rushing through the kitchen doors
and moving so quickly she surprised herself.

   He walked around the side of the house, ignoring her call, his steps
quickening.  She broke out into a run, grabbing at his hand and stopping
him before he walked through her open gate.

   "Please don't go.  Please don't be mad at me." She squeezed his hand but
he was still as stone.

   "I can't do this anymore, Naomi.  I can't be with you if all we do is
hide." He wouldn't look at her, his entire body stiff as he stood there
with his back to her.

   Why couldn't he keep this simple?  Why did he have to complicate
everything, make it so damn hard?  All she'd wanted from this was a summer
of hot sex.  For once in her life she'd been able to indulge and she'd
taken advantage of her opportunity.  But she hadn't expected to care for
him so much, to enjoy what they shared together.  She wasn't talking about
the sex either, though that went beyond amazing.  No, she was also talking
about the nights they spent talking, him sharing his ideas.  Helping him
plant the last of the flowerbeds he put into her now amazing yard. 
Laughing together, watching TV together, cuddling in bed together,
whispering terms of endearment to each other long into the night.

   Crap.  That sounded like a bona fide relationship which honestly scared
her.  She swallowed hard, nerves fluttering inside her stomach like a
million butterflies trying to break free.  She drew in a shaky breath.  It
was now or never.  She should break it off with him.  It was for the best,
really.  The kids were coming home in three days.  She had things to
prepare for the upcoming new school year.  Kirk would be a distraction.

   He looked over his shoulder at her, his intense gaze pinning her where
she stood.

   She could only stare back, her lips parting, the words ready to fall
from her mouth.

   I think we need to end this, Kirk.  It's been real but it's over. 
Thanks for the fun summer of awesome fucking!

   "Let's go out to dinner then," she said instead, startling herself.  It
was as if she had no control, didn't even know the words were coming out of
her mouth until it was too late to stop them.

   The instant smile on his face made her choice immediately feel right. 
Really, it wasn't fair to treat him this way, to keep him and their
relationship under wraps because she was afraid of gossip.  Afraid of how
his parents would react.  And her children.  Would they approve?  They were
sixteen and fourteen and this was a huge step, introducing a man into their
world.  It had been just the three of them for so long, with visits from
Dad on the side.  Now she was possibly bringing a much younger man into
their lives.

   "I want to take this to the next level, Naomi." He squeezed her hand,
his fingers tightening around hers, so warm and sure.

   "Kirk, let's take it slow, okay?" His words frightened the hell out of
her.  What next level?  What else could they do with this so-called
relationship?  Nothing could ever come of it.  Nothing.  It would never
work.  "I have to consider my kids.  And, remember, you have a month before
you leave for your new job."

   "I'm not going to Toronto.  I talked to the folks at Pharmatopsis and
they agreed to hire me at their facilities here in Blue Bay, though
obviously at not the same position and certainly not at the salary they
originally offered." His nose briefly wrinkled in annoyance, then he
sighed. "I can't blame them ~~ hell, they're being more than generous.  But
that's what I was going to tell you."

   He turned had completely around to face her, whirling so close she
bumped against his solid frame.  As usual, her body tingled at the brief
contact, nipples tightening, panties growing wet.  That was one thing that
never lessened as time went on.  She wanted him all the time.  Being with
him, having him fill her every night only seemed to make her want him more.
Like an addiction.  A delicious, multiple-orgasm-inducing addiction.

   Wrapping his arms around her, he hauled her closer, pressing a sweet,
lingering kiss to her mouth.  "That's just the basics of it.  There's a lot
of details I need to tell you.  We really need to talk."

   Hmm, he took the words right out of her mouth.  "I know.  We should
tonight, at dinner." Perfect.  If they were in a public place when she told
him they needed to break it off, he was less likely to make a scene.  She
couldn't have planned this better if she tried.

   "Sounds good." He kissed her again, his nose nuzzling against hers and
she warmed inside.  Damn it, she wished this didn't have to end.  What
would be the big deal if they continued to see each other, fall in love? 
Yes, his parents would probably freak and the neighbors would talk ~~ but
it wasn't like she was some cradle-robber.  This was the twenty-first
century for crap's sake!  She should be able to do whatever she wanted.

   God, could she contradict and argue with herself or what?

   "Oh my God, Kirk!  What are you doing?"

   The unmistakable shrill voice of Joanie Rice broke the silence and Kirk
immediately let go of Naomi.  So fast she stumbled on her feet, very nearly
falling.

   "Mom, keep it down."

   "Why were you kissing Naomi?"

   Naomi risked a glance in Joanie's direction and immediately wished she
hadn't.  The horrified expression on her neighbor's face was something
she'd not likely ever forget.  It also made her feel like total shit.  This
was exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen.  What she'd been afraid of
all along but never had the guts to admit out loud.  Forget the
twenty-first-century woman thought process.  Naomi felt like a little girl
who'd been caught with her hands in the cookie jar.  A very handsome and
sexy cookie jar ~~ who just happened to be the son of the
hysterical-looking woman before her.

   "Let's go inside so we can talk about this." Kirk's voice was low and
measured, his expression tolerant.  Like he'd been preparing for this for a
long time.  And maybe he had.

   Joanie shook her head, jabbing her finger in Naomi's direction.  "How
long has this been going on?  How long have you been with my son?"

   "He's not a child, Joanie," Naomi said, nerves clawing at her throat,
making it hard for her to speak much louder than a whisper.  "I`ve been
meaning to talk to you about this but I didn't know how to approach you."

   "We both have, Mom.  I wanted your blessing, and Dad's too.  Naomi
is...well, she's a special lady and I feel lucky to have her in my life.  I
had hoped you'd see it the same way."

   Joanie shook her head, the anger, if not outright rage, sweeping off her
in giant, rolling waves.  "No.  I can't listen to this, I won't!  You're
leaving for Toronto in a month, Kirk!  You need to get your head together
and prepare for your career.  You don't need to distract yourself with that
~~ that slut!"

   "That slut is your friend," Kirk angrily reminded his mother.

   "You two should talk." Naomi's stomach was churning, felt like she was
about to vomit.  "I think you need some time alone.  I'll talk to you
later, Kirk."

   He looked at her with sad puppy dog eyes, his mother yammering away at
him as Naomi walked away.  She didn't turn around, couldn't, too afraid of
what she might do if she saw that vulnerable look on his adorable face
again.  The look that said, don't leave me.  I need you.  I love you.  With
hurried steps, she climbed up her back patio, slamming the French doors
behind her as she walked inside.  Let the dam of tears that had threatened
to break ever since she started thinking about ending it with Kirk finally
fall.

   She was a damn fool.

   A damn fool in love.

   * * * * *

   "You are completely overreacting."

   "I am not, Kirk!  I can't believe you've been running around with Naomi
Daniels!  She's divorced!  And she's so much older than you.  She has
children!  What were you going to do when they came home?  `Hey, kids, I'm
bonking your mother, it's nice to meet you'." Joanie shook her head,
crossing her arms in front of her chest.

   Kirk wanted to burst out laughing at hearing his mother use the term
"bonking" but now was not the time.  "I'm in love with her." He'd been
thinking it for weeks, the words threatening to drop every time he'd come
near Naomi but he'd never admitted it to her except in moments of passion.
Too scared she'd dump him or, worse, tell him he really didn't love her, as
if he was some sort of fool admitting a crush.

   "Oh great!" His mother threw her hands up in the air, looking ready to
knock him upside the head.  "Have you lost all common sense?  What makes
you think you're in love with her?  You're leaving in a few days!  Are you
trying to romanticize all this or what?"

   "That's another thing.  I'm not going to Toronto.  I went down to
Pharmatopsis, asking them if they'd be willing to hire me in a lesser
position.  They agreed.  I sign the formal employment papers in a week. 
I'm staying here in Blue Bay."

   "Is this all because of her?  You're throwing away everything you've
worked so hard for because of a woman?  Have you lost your mind?"

   "No, I haven't.  I know exactly what I'm doing.  I found an apartment,
I'll be moving out in a couple days."

   Joanie's mouth dropped open and she didn't speak for what felt like an
eternity.  "You have got to be kidding me!"

   Kirk shook his head.  "I'm serious."

   "I hate to see you throw away a wonderful career for a woman over
fifteen years older than you!  A relationship with her will never work. 
There are too many differences for the two of you to overcome." His mother
took a step forward, a pleading look in her eyes.  "Don't let this chance
get away, Kirk.  Call the HR people ~~ tell them you made a mistake!  Do
the right thing."

   Kirk blew out a heavy breath and ran his hand through his hair.  "I'm
sorry you consider me such a failure," he said, his voice low.  "And I'm
sorry it's not enough for you to just be happy for me.  I'll start moving
my stuff out the day after tomorrow."

   "Kirk, wait!"

   He turned away from her, both apprehensive and relieved.  Well, it was
done.  He was tired of living for his parents, letting them map out his
future.  Naomi had shown him how to be his own man, to take a stand for
what he believed in and wanted out of life.  For that, he would be forever
grateful.

   Now if he could only make sure their relationship wasn't over before it
had a chance to begin.



   Chapter Eight





   Naomi hadn't talked to Kirk for two days.  The two longest, most
excruciating days of her life.  He'd called her the night his mother
discovered the two of them together, told her he'd talked long and hard
with his parents.  They knew he wasn't going to Toronto.  They knew about
his new career choice.  And they knew about Naomi.  According to Kirk,
while not exactly thrilled about any of his decisions, they had agreed to
respect them.  They had no choice.

   She, on the other hand, had told him she couldn't talk to him for a few
days, needed to get her head on straight, figure out what the hell she was
doing.  And instead of throwing a fit and begging to come over, Kirk had
chuckled, told her to take all the time she needed and then hung up.

   His reaction had thrown her for a complete loop.  Her children were
coming home tomorrow evening.  She had household chores to do, a
refrigerator to restock, things for school to prepare in their return and
she neglected all of it.  She had loafed around, feeling sorry for herself
instead, ignoring the phone calls from her concerned friends, watching
really bad romantic movies on cable and crying.  Of course, she could have
called Kirk but she'd deliberately chosen not to.  Seriously, she needed to
figure out what she was doing with the rest of her life.  Would she
continue to include him in it?  She told herself she didn't need him, it
would be best if they went their separate ways and remained good friends.
Good friends who were once inseparable lovers.  It happened all the time,
right?

   But then she'd start thinking about seeing Kirk around town with another
woman.  A much younger, more beautiful woman ~~ and she'd get so envious
she'd fling the box of tissue across the room, satisfied with the thud as
it hit the wall.  Then she'd scurry over to pick the box back up since she
needed the damn tissues to blow her nose after all the crying.  She was a
pitiful, depressing mess.

   The loud roar of an industrial motor suddenly sounded and Naomi lifted
her head, looking toward the backyard.  It was practically nightfall, the
sun only faint orange and pink streaks on the horizon.  The noise sounded
like a lawnmower ~~ and she knew without a doubt who was in her backyard.

   Why the hell was he mowing her lawn practically in the dark?

   Glancing down at herself as she stood from the kitchen table, she shook
her head.  She looked a damn mess, hair in a knot on top of her head, the
old tank top and flamingo pants on.  Her face was surely blotchy, her nose
probably as red as Rudolph's, but she didn't care.  Let Kirk see her at her
worst.  Maybe he'd run away screaming and then she could reassure herself
it would've never worked out.

   Oh please.

   Flicking on the porch light and throwing open the door, Naomi squinted
into the darkening sky, making out the unmistakable figure of Kirk moving
down her lawn, pushing the lawnmower in front of him.  He wore no shirt,
just those same old baggy shorts and in the growing darkness, she could
still make out the subtle shift of his muscles as he moved.

   Her heart lurched in her chest, the thought of never seeing Kirk again
nearly sending her to her knees.  She'd been in denial for so long but now
she had to face the truth.  She was in love with Kirk.  And if she wanted
this to work out, they had obstacles to face, ones she'd need to be strong
enough to deal with.

   "Kirk!" Naomi ran out into her backyard, following him as he mowed in a
straight line.

   He whirled around, ready to change direction, and he let out a shout
when he saw her, killing the motor.  "You scared the shit out of me!"

   "You scared the shit out of me, out here mowing my lawn in the dark. 
What are you doing?" Just looking into his gorgeous eyes, his handsome
face, made her heart go pitter-patter, made her body go on instant high
alert.  Two days without Kirk was two days too long for her.

   He shrugged those impossibly broad shoulders.  "I stopped by Mom and
Dad's to pick something up and saw your yard needed mowing, so I thought
I'd do you a favor."

   She sighed, fighting the urge to throw herself at him.  He was so full
of it.  "It's late, Kirk.  And dark.  I've missed you."

   He tensed, though his expression remained neutral.  "You have?"

   Naomi nodded, taking another tentative step toward him.  "So much.  I--I
need you in my life, Kirk.  What we've shared these last couple
months...how you make me feel...has been like nothing I've ever experienced
before."

   He yanked her into his arms, holding her close.  She braced her hands on
his bare chest, felt the wild beating of his heart beneath her sweaty
palms. "What are you saying, Naomi?"

   She sighed softly.  "I'm saying I don't want to be apart again," she
said, cautiously raising her eyes to his.

   "Me either," he admitted, a tiny smile curving his sensuously full lips.


   Standing on tiptoes, she pressed a kiss to those lips, sighing dreamily
at his delicious taste.  His arms tightened around her, the unmistakable
swell of his mighty cock brushing provocatively against her lower tummy
through his tenting shorts and she sighed in satisfaction.  "You're so
naughty."

   "Only for you." He tilted her chin up with two fingers, eyes bright,
voice steady.  "I love you, Naomi."

   Tears formed suddenly in her eyes and she blinked, caught up in the
romance of the moment.  "I love you too."

   His warm smile grew into that adorably crooked grin she so loved seeing.
"You're telling me you don't care what my parents think?  Though honestly,
I think my dad's already adjusted," he laughed.

   "Well, they are my friends...of course I would like them to approve."

   "I don't care what anyone thinks, as long as I have you." Kirk smoothed
his fingers affectionately over the curve of her cheek, making her shiver
with emotion.

   Just like that she wanted him naked.  She knew he was already more than
raring to go.  "I love it when you talk to me like that, all possessive."

   "I know."

   He kissed her, drawing the breath right from her lungs.  She pulled on
his arm when they came up for air.

   "Where are we going?" He sounded amused, though he didn't resist when
she dragged him toward the patio door.

   "I was hoping maybe you could come inside and trim my bush."