Archive name: Nicola Meadows.HTM (M/F,
Unfaithful)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: Nicola Meadows
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Mrs Meadows had
a lovely butt, just the sort that Harrington preferred, it was lush and like
two melons and he knew that the
cleavage would be just sensational. The long summer dress reached to her mid
calves and clung to every curve of
her body.
Mrs. Meadows,
he seemed to remember that her first name was Nicola or something like that,
was a sassy looking thirty something, with shoulder length straight blonde
hair.
She had what
Harrington considered having a dirty look about her, not that she smelt or never
washed, she looked horny.
Harrington
earned his living cleaning pools, cutting lawns and anything else that the
overweight males in
The average
American male might have been flabby and overweight, but Harrington wasn’t, he
was tall, over six feet and worked out every single day so he had a nice, but
not over muscled physique.
Mrs Meadows had
hired him on the recommendation of her neighbour and now she watched as he
finished raking the lawn. Some people were like that, wanting to see him earn
his money. As if there was actually any other way of cutting a lawn other than
actually doing it?
He finished and
then loaded his gear into his four and four and then presented himself at the
rear door for his pay. He’d only just finished in time as the storm clouds that
been threatening all morning finally broke and the first heavy rain drops began
to beat on the patio.
“Come inside!”
Mrs. Meadows called.
It wasn’t an
invitation to turn down and Harrington was safely into the utility room before
she returned with his money and before the storm really started. Now the heavy
rain drops beat a noisy tattoo on the metal roof of the utility room.
“YOU CAN’T GO
OUT IN THIS!” Mrs Meadows shouted.
“NO!”
Harrington replied, unsure of what she had said.
She beckoned
what he guessed was an instruction to follow her. The kitchen was more
luxurious and a whole lot quieter than the utility room.
“This weather
must kill your business.” She said.
“Pretty
much.” He replied, within
the confines of the kitchen he caught the honeysuckle smell of her perfume.
“Would you like
a coffee or maybe a beer?” She asked.
“Coffee would be nice Mrs. Meadows.”
“Milk and sugar
and call me Nicola.” She said.
“Just milk …
Nicola.” Harrington replied and then caught his breath when she opened the
refrigerator and bent over to collect the milk. She sure had hell had a real
ass on her. Harrington felt his prick begin to stiffen.
She came over
and topped up his mug with milk, stirring the liquid into the coffee. As she
did so she bent forwards to reveal the ample swell of her cleavage.
Harrington’s
dick stiffened another notch and he wanted to plunge a hand into her dress.
She’d moved
before he had the chance to turn his thoughts into action.
“Do you do
anything else other than clean pools and cut lawns.” Nicola asked.
“Depends, I can
service an auto, decorate a room, most things really.”
“I have a dryer
that’s playing tricks, could you look at it?”
“Sure, no
promises, but I can look.”
The dryer was
in the garage and Nicola led the way. Harrington followed, his eyes moving to
the swing of her hips, his dick nestling semi hard against his groin.
“Will you be
long? I mean should I stay?” Nicola asked.
“Stay, I won’t be
more than a few minutes, now what’s wrong?”
She told him,
it sounded minor and a quick check of the plug revealed a lose lead. Harrington
said nothing beyond tightening the lead screw into the plug and then briefly
testing it.
The dryer
started first time. Nicola clapped her hands in delight. “Great, now how much
do I owe you?”
“Nothing, it
was only a minute. No problem.” He stood up, stretching his legs. In the
confines of the garage Nicola was only a hands breadth away.
“There must be
something.” Nicola insisted.
Was she giving
him the come on? He was always good at the signs, after all females were one of
the bonuses for man in his line of work. “Well, a kiss would be nice?” it was
at this stage that he either got his face slapped or the day took an
interesting turn.
“A
kiss?” Nicola asked
and left her mouth tempting open.
Harrington took
the chance and bent forwards to kiss her, there was just a moment’s hesitation
before she kissed him back. The kiss lasted and lasted; Harrington drew Nicola
closer, until her body was pressed against it.
Now that felt
good, Nicola had all the curves that a woman should have and right now
Harrington was feeling most of them. He backed her up against a bench, his
hands stroking every inch of her body that he could reach.
She’d lifted
her arms about his neck, Harrington was several inches taller than she was and
the effect was to leave her body even more open and exposed to his touches.
He wanted to
take her somewhere more comfortable, her bedroom was always favourite
but Harrington was a veteran of a score of housewives and knew from experience
that he was never invited into the
bedroom. He was good enough to fuck them, but not good enough to see them naked
and in bed.
For Harrington
it was a rare event to even get his partner naked, usually the only clothes
they lost was their underwear and he guessed from Nicola's insistence that she
was happy where they were, that meant he wasn’t going to shed much more than
her knickers.
His hands slid
beneath her dress, her legs were warm, smooth and stocking less. A pity, he’d
hoped that she’d have worn stockings, but wasn’t complaining.
“I want you!” He panted, needing to say
something and not knowing how she’d react to profanities. He wanted to say I want to fuck you, but some women
despite how much you fucked them, still talked in terms of need or want or desire.
“That’s a
relief.” She laughed hoarsely. “Else all this would have been for nothing.”
Harrington’s
hands were stoking Nicola’s buttocks, he felt the soft and he thought
transparent fabric of her panties. “That feels good.” He groaned.
“You are so
right.” She laughed. “How about this, how does this feel?” Nicola stoked his
groin, tracing the shape of his erection with her fingers.
“Indescribable.”
He laughed.
“What about
this?” She started by unbuckling his jeans and then pushing them down, his dick
dropped through the slash in his shorts. Nicola’s hot fingers closed upon it.
“Beyond
indescribable, it’s beyond indescribable.” He groaned.
She laughed; the
sound came from deep in her throat and was almost liquid in its resonance. For
a moment he thought she’d take her caress further. “Not this time.” She
continued, just moving her fingers along his hot, hard stalk. “I can’t wait much longer.” She added her
hot breath on his cheek. “A gentleman doesn’t keep a lady waiting.”
Harrington
wasn’t sure if Nicola was a lady but he was dam sure that he was no gentleman.
He was certain that a real gentleman wouldn’t fuck a married woman across a
work bench in a garage. He reckoned that a real lady wouldn’t let her arse get
rubbed against a wooden bench full of splinters.
Still the
philosophy could wait, right now all he wanted to do was stick his dick inside
her twat and he wouldn’t do that whilst she was still wearing her knickers.
Kissing her,
Harrington hauled up her dress until he found the waistband of her knickers and
then he pulled, feeling them leave her body. He almost came just thinking how
it would feel to be inside her.
Nicola’s
panties made their way to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving them
on the dirty floor of the garage.
Harrington’s
fingers found the thin scrub of her pubic hair and then as her legs parted, his
fingers slid into the slippery, damp folds of her sex. Oh yeah, she was wet, as
in dripped, ready to come wet. Harrington’s fingers were almost swallowed,
sucked inside her cunt.
He started to
finger fuck her, revelling in the reaction it brought from her. Nicola’s
fingers left his dick to grip the sides of the bench, bracing herself, Nicola spread her legs wider.
Harrington’s
fingers sank knuckle deep inside her, with his other hand he pawed at her
breasts, wishing that he’d spent more time undressing her, he wanted to see those gorgeous boobs, not
just the swell of them inside her dress.
“Fuck me.” She
grunted, her hips flexing against the pressure of his fingers.
“I am.” He
teased.
“I mean
properly!” She groaned.
Harrington
grinned; there was a side to him that enjoyed it when a woman begged him. That was
what Nicola was now doing and if he really rang her bell, then there would be
more of the same, and some easy bucks. In his now considerable experience once
he started fucking a woman, they lost interest in what he was really there for
but paid him all the same.
He teased her a
bit more; removing his fingers, he rubbed his cock along her slit, nosing the
bulbous head inside her portal and then out again before her cunt walls could
claim him.
“You are a
bastard.” She cried. “FUCK ME, dam you, FUCK ME.” She even punched in on the
shoulder in her frustration.
“Like this?” He
laughed and slid deep inside her.
Nicola
squealed, her body shook and then closed around him. He began to fuck her, his
grunts matched by her cries, his movements matched by hers. He carried her
across the garage to spread her out across the top of the dryer, her legs held
across his arms.
Harrington knew
that now he could really pound it into her, he was not a man of subtly, he
preferred his sex to be hard and unrelenting and he never wondered if his
partner wanted anything different.
“How is this?”
He crowed as Nicola’s face distorted under his assault. “Is this what you
wanted?” As he spoke his ball sac was slapping against her buttocks.
“Ooooh!” Was Nicola’s only
reply. “Ooooh … ooooooh … AAAAAAH!” She
screamed as her orgasm began to rip through her. “Cooooommmmiiinnnggggg!” She cried, her body flapping
out of her control.
Harrington felt her orgasm, the rush of her fluid
as it left her body. He drove his dick as seep as he could go and let lose his
fluid, its exit was a physical shock and he cried out.
“Yeees!” He stopped moving, his body shuddering
as the sperm left him and then it was over and he collapsed against her.
Nicola planted
a kiss on him. “Let me move.” She whispered.
Harrington
stepped back, his deflated cock slid from inside her. Nicola dropped her dress
back into place but not before Harrington had seen her cunt splattered with her
cream. He pulled up his shorts and jeans saw her panties on the floor and picked
them up. He’d been right; they were white and thin enough to be called
transparent. He almost wished that he’d been able to see her in them.
“I have to
clean up.” A dishevelled Nicola announced. She took her panties from him but
didn’t put them on. Instead she smoothed her dress back into place and began to
leave the garage. “I said that I have to clean up.” She repeated, looking back
at him.
He took the
hint and followed her, waiting in the kitchen until she returned from the
nearest bathroom. He heard the toilet flush and then a minute later she
reappeared.
This was always a tricky moment, the passion had been spent and now the
woman might be starting to feel guilty. Harrington had been blown out before at
this time with the woman deciding that she never wanted to see him again.
It was still
raining; the hard downpour had ceased, to be replaced by a heavy drizzle.
Raven’s Peak was obscured, hidden beneath the slate grey clouds and as the
county wide barometer of if you can’t see Raven’s Peak meant it would be
raining for sometime to come.
Harrington had
found his coffee; it was still lukewarm when he sipped at it.
Nicola
appeared, looking more collected than a few minutes before. “The coffee must be
cold.”
“It’s okay.” He
answered.
“Here.” She
took the mug off it and warmed it in the microwave before returning it to him.
“I hate cold coffee.”
She came and
stood besides him. There was a smell to
sex and it lingered between them. “It’s still raining and it looks set in” She
said, stating the obvious. “Where were you going next?”
He wondered
about her choice of words, were instead of are?
Still he replied. “Another garden, up near the high school, then a pool
over
“You must pray
for good weather.” She smiled.
“I just need to
juggle a few things that all.” He glanced towards her. “There’s a smudge on
your face.” He pointed towards the dark mark on her cheek. He was tempted to
touch it but didn’t.
“Thanks, once you
leave I intend to have a shower.”
Was that her
subtle suggestion that he should be moving on? Harrington wasn’t sure. He felt
emboldened. “I could help, point out where the smudges are?” He suggested.
“What!” She
exclaimed.
“I need a shower
as well, we could save water.” He was gambling, but if you never gambled then
you never lost.
She didn’t
dismiss the idea out of hand. “You’ve been here a long time already, how could
I explain to Brian why you stayed around? People round here will notice your
truck up the drive and in this rain you can’t be gardening.”
“I fixed your
dryer.” Harrington replied, buoyed by the fact that she was still talking to
him.
“That took all of five minutes.” She
reminded him; a smile slowly came to her mouth and spread to her face.
“That’s our
secret.” This time he did brush the dirt from her face but only succeeding in
smearing her face. “You really do need that shower.”
“You are
discrete aren’t you?” She asked.
“Of course.”
Harrington kissed her on the lips, she returned the favour. “I’d say that
fixing your drier took all of two hours, would you?”
They were
walking up the stairs with Nicola leading, she glanced back towards him. “Are
we starting an affair?” She asked.
“Do you want
to?” He asked.
“Let’s have
that shower first.” She grinned.
“My thoughts
exactly.” He replied and started to laugh.