Alicia's Misfortune (51 page)

When she arrived home, she showered and changed
clothes.
 
She went into the family room,
Richie came in from the garage.
 
Danielle
and he gazed at one another.

“Are we feeling better?” he asked in a sensual voice.

“Yes we are,” she said, looking down at the floor.

She was floored with so many emotions.
 
Embarrassment and arousal.

“Look I am sorry for making moves without checking in with
you,” said Richie, slowly closing in on her.
 
“But the last month or so of Dad’s life, I felt like I had to make some
decisions myself.”

“I get it.
 
But it’s
not a done deal, Mister,” said Danielle.

It was difficult to stop it, for the magnetism between them
was intense, but they could not manage to stay away from each other.
 
They were stealing glances at each
other.
 
They were like two animals
circling each other.
 
It was probably the
most excited that Danielle had ever been.
 
It was wild.

“It’s really important that we cultivate our lives,” she
said.
 

“Yes,” he said.

There was something in the quality of his voice that told
her that he was drunk with desire for her as she was for him.
 
She put her head to her hands to her forehead
which he mistook for being upset.

Richie rubbed her back with his large, warm hands. It was
clear to her that his touch was not just one of comfort.
 
It told her that he wanted more. Danielle
slowly raised herself up and they just looked at one another.
 
The next natural thing to do was to stand on
her tiptoes and to kiss him. He thought so too.
 
He leaned down the distance between them and brushed her lips with his.

It was so wrong but it wasn’t.
 
Danielle and Richie were closer in age to
each other that she and Jerry had been.
 
She had the feeling that if Jerry were looking down, he would
understand.
 
It felt like the most
natural thing in the world to be doing.
 
To take comfort in the arms of the person she trusted most in the
world.
 
This was their home.
 
This was their business.

For a moment, they stood close to each other letting their
hands explore.
 
The excitement was almost
too rich to tolerate.
 
Danielle was
exhilarated from the inside out.
 
She was
so thrilled by the combination of the newness of their contact and the risqué
taboo nature of it, that she believed if she were any more aroused, she could
come.
 
Just by his mere stroking of her
back.

There didn’t seem to be any hesitation on Richie’s part. He
tongue was already inside her mouth, exploring.
 
His hands roamed the flimsy material of her tank top, gently agitating
her sensitive flesh beneath.
 
Her nipples
pebbled immediately under his blistering touch.

 
His hand snuck under
the ribbing of her arm hole and cupped her breast.
 
It was like a blanket of warmth on her skin.
Warmth that penetrated her deeply and made her breath catch in her throat.
 
The sound of her own breathing filled her
ears.
 
The drumming of her heart pounded
in her ears as well.
 
She couldn’t think
or hear.
 
She could only feel.

Danielle wasn’t exactly middle aged but kissing Richie made
her feel so young. She felt like she was seventeen again. She felt like a
teenage girl kissing her teenaged sweetheart.
 
He was so perfect.
 
So tall.So
masculine.
 
Everything about him aroused
her.
 
His skin felt incredible, so soft
underneath her fingertips as they glided across.
 

His scent filled her nostrils.
 
It was such a primal reaction but she loved
the way he smelled.
 
She loved the way he
tasted. Danielle was invigorated by her senses and the way he made her feel.
 
She walked him to the couch and sat him
down.
   
She was going to go down on
him.
 
She had an overwhelming urge to
taste him.

She dominated him slightly, now hungrily feeding at his
lips.
 
Now her tongue swept his
mouth.
 
She needed to possess him.
 
Her hands busily worked at the buttons of his
shorts, unfastening them.
 
Unzipping
them.
 
There were no words between them.
Only consent.
 
She freed his generous
erection.
 

She let her hand explore his great endowment.
 
Blindly, she learned every inch him.
 
Letting herself see him with her mind’s
eye.
 
Becoming so excited about what was
about to go inside of her.

Becoming impassioned like this with her stepson put Danielle
in another reality. With a head filled of fantasies and her body so worked up
for him, she lowered her tight wet mouth on the head of his cock.
 
She lowered her head as far as she could,
taking him as deeply as she could.
 
She
made sure to work up a good amount of spit in her mouth to mimic the wetness of
her core.

She loved the taste and texture of him. He tasted so smooth
and so clean.
  
Her only thought was to
make her mouth as tight and wet as she could.
 
She was enthralled with the entire experience of him.
 
She let her extreme attraction and excitement
for him be her guide.
 
She lowered her
mouth and drew up with as much tightness as she possibly could.
 
It was wonderful validation when she heard
Richie moan.

Danielle and her late husband had a very adventurous, free
and active sex life.
 
They were very
relaxed and opened.
 
She was never one to
be inhibited and her husband had been a very skilled and sensual lover.
 
Danielle would do just about anything with
him.
 
For him.
  
She enjoyed giving oral sex.
 

She worked her head up and down on Richie’s cock as he
wrapped his hands around his head to help her motion up and down.
 
He traced the back of her neck with the
featheriest of touches.
 
She shivered as
she gave him pleasure.
 
As much as she
enjoyed what she was doing, it was tough to focus on his magnificent body while
she was shaking with the intense sensation he was giving her.

She played her fingers on his shaft.
 
She mimicked the light touches on him the way
he touched her.
 
She experimented with
tension, gripping his length with various levels of tightness.
 
She mixed it up.
 
Moving slowly, then quickly.
  
She let her fingers wander, lightly tracing
the sensitive surface of his testicles.
  
Richie shook.
 
A soft moan escaped
his lips.
 
He was on the brink of
orgasm.
 
Though she was yet to experience
that with him, she recognized the signs.
 

He was big and strong enough to lift her.
 
In a single move, he hoisted Danielle up and
onto the generous surface of the plush couch.
 
The house was steeped in comfort so the couch was large enough for the
two of them.
 
Danielle’s back settled on
the cushion, warmth pooled her belly.

Richie skimmed off her shorts and brushed up the hem of her
shirt.
 
In a few moves, Danielle was
naked.
 
Her cupcake-sized breasts were
bare for him.
 
The sexual exhilaration
and the air stiffened her nipples.
 
He covered
one with his large palm.
 
She fit
perfectly.
 
He gently pinched her nipple
and lowered his tongue to its tip.

Just the slight contact of the point of his tongue to the
tiny tip of her nipple sent floods of heat and arousal throughout her whole
body.
 
Wetness flowed through her.
 
Danielle practically growled, the force of
pleasure released from deep within her.

Richie’s hand travel across the sweet plains of her belly,
down between her legs. She was wet and hungry.
 
She ached to be filled by him.
 
His every touch made her channel draw up around his fingers.
 

He inserted two fingers inside of her.
 
He swirled them, stimulating her excited
interior.
 
He strummed them in and out of
her like a piston. His play pushed her up, up further the climb toward the
ultimate pleasure.
 
If she laid back and
accepted his touches, she would surely come.

She splayed her legs and offered herself up to him.
 
The position of her opened thighs on the
surface of the couch creating just the right angle and pressure.
 
Richie’s fingering was like magic.
 
Wires of erotic electricity flowed up her
body lighting up her erogenous points.
 
She rocked up against him.
  

He pressed is thumb on her clit with unceasing motion until
the first tremors rippled through her channel.
 
He must have sensed it for he stopped it.
 
He left her teetering on the brink of
ecstasy.
  
He kissed her slowly and
sensually.
 
Then again, he pumped her
body with his fingers.
 
He took her back
up to the edge but only to that edge and then stopped.
 

Danielle was both turned on completely and thoroughly
frustrated.
 
She loved the sustained
thrill but craved like crazy to be engaged with him.
 
To have him inside her.
 
Richie continued the back and forth wagging
of his pressured touch. This time he did not let up.
 
Rolling up from deep within her, the spasms
of a sweet orgasm flowed through her belly.
  
It overtook her.
 
Her body was
seized, and helpless, as rapture filled her.

Though her veiled lids, Danielle saw Richie smile
faintly.
 
He moved up and over her, reaching
between them to put himself inside of her.
  
He filled her so sweetly, so completely.
 
The feel of him moving to and fro while her body was alive with a
powerful climax was total heaven.
  
Her
body so reactive to his pumping into her.

Richie was so filling and so amazingly hard.
 
She was tight around him.
 
It was pure bliss.
 
He moved in and out of her enervated channel.
 
She was more excited than she ever had been
in sex before.
 
She chattered, telling
how good he felt.
 
How much she liked it.

“I love doing this with you,” she murmured.

 
Almost immediately,
his large, long body stiffened with the signs of impending orgasm.
 
He lasted a long, long time in this suspended
mode, just on the brink of tumbling into exquisite pleasure.
 

Danielle cupped her breasts as Richie pumped into her.
 
She licked her lips suggestively and pursed
in an air kiss.
 
He watched her with a
steady smile curling his mouth.
 
Finally
he raised his head up and lets go.
 
Finally his body jerked and seized, driving into her body with
passionate frenzy.
 
He was on automatic
pilot, possessed with one purpose: to come.

“Come for me baby,” Danielle said to the nineteen year old.

She hitched her hips up and pumped in counter rhythm to
his.
 
She waggled her pelvis
lasciviously.
 
The motion seemed to do
him in.
 
Richie dissolved into a sweet
pool of ecstasy, coming rigorously within her.
          

The lovers curled up entwined with one another for awhile
not saying to one another.
 
They stroked
each other sweetly.
 
Richie’s cellphone
dinged.
 
Someone had sent him a
text.
 
The timing was not great that they
finished up and Richie suddenly remembered he had promised to meet Al
somewhere. Now that he was staying from school and he and Al had to rewire some
of the logistics of now just Al’s trip.
 
Richie rushed off of the couch, showered and threw on fresh clothes
on.
 
He was out the door.

Not just because it was a potential awkward transition from
their steamy moment, thunder clouds were gathering.
 
Danielle didn’t like the thought of his
driving out in hazardous weather.
 
Their
housing development was on estate plots and the roads were winding and
smooth.
 
They could become like glass in
the rain.

She wanted to text Richie but not while he was driving. She
wanted him safe.
 
She wanted him
home.
 
She wanted near.
 
She played and re-played all the bits and
pieces of what transpired between them.
 
So much shadow.His dark, tousled hair spilling forward, brushing
her.Tangling up between her fingers.

With the impending bad weather, Danielle thought she should
check on the horses.
 
Even though they
hired an employee who came to manage the barn since Danielle’s husband got sick
and died, she felt she wanted to go make sure the horses had everything they
need in case the weather was brutal.

The moment she reached the barn, she realized that she had
locked herself out of the house. Fortunately the barn was super comfortable. It
had a fully climatized apartment with a mini fridge and all.
 
Unfortunately, Danielle locked her cellphone
in the house as well.
 
The barn also had
a phone which was the only flaw because since it had been installed, the phone
tended to go out with bad weather. If Richie wanted to be in touch or vice versa,
that might not be possible.

The horses were content though a little antsy from the storm
about to hit.
 
She swore she predict the
weather by their behavior.
  
She cozied
up in the apartment.
 
She showered and
changed into a jean skirt and cotton T and waited for Richie.
 

And waited.