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Fire Works On Oak Road Part 2

Kathryn stopped and turned around, looking into my eyes with a laser-like focus. While not frowning, her smile left momentarily, almost sizing me up. Suddenly her smile returned, and the glint in her hazel eyes also returned. “Thanks, that’s sweet of you. But what about your things?” she asked. “I’ll be right back for them,” I quipped with a wry smile. Secretly I didn’t care if a band of ninjas dropped from the trees to strip my car, and house in my absence. The walk to her house was about ¾ of a mile, and we enjoyed funny conversations about work, music and other erroneous topics.

We reached the front of her driveway, I admired the mature landscaping and exterior updates. Being that home improvement was a hobby, I was impressed. Kathryn suddenly noticed I was bleeding a bit on my arm. “Wow, didn’t feel it. Must have been something in my over-stuffed duffel bag. I’ll be okay. “ I said. “Here, why don’t you come inside and I’ll get some dressing for it. Unless you have band-aids in your empty house, “she smirked. How could I say no? J So I didn’t!

Walking inside, I sat on her soft couch that I seemed to melt in. Looking around the den, I was surrounded by family photos, unique sculptures on the coffee table, and earth tones on the wall. A few moments later she came back with some rubbing alcohol, and a band-aid. I scooted to the end of the couch as she sat next to me. Her scent was intoxicating. The combination of a soft perfume, and natural feminine musk was almost too hard to handle. I watched as she cleaned the surface wound, added a little Neosporin and applied a water-resistant band-aid. A bit much, but I was thankful she cared. With the debacle of the breakup a year prior, I realized how much I missed a woman's touch in such a simple way.

At that moment, being as close as we were and knowing our pheromones were making us both a bit warm…I decided to look into her eyes, and see if something was there. When I looked up, her eyes were fixed on me. It seemed like an eternity had passed while we stared at each other. My hand reached up to her soft, reddening cheek and I touched her slightly moist skin. Her lips parted, and her lips seemed as red as a cherry tomato. Running my fingers gently through her hair, it felt like corn silk. Having helped my parents on their farm growing up, I shucked my fair share of corn fresh from the stalk. I leaned forward slowly, almost like a scene from a cheesy 80’s movie, ready to kiss her on her soft lips….


Our lips connected in a warm, explosion! Suddenly our pace intensified as we swapped saliva while kissing deeply and more passionately! I could taste any fluid that came from this gorgeous redheads body, but before I pondered the weirdness of that thought, Kathryn shifted positions. She straddled my legs, sitting in my lap and facing me as we continued to kiss like it was our final kiss ever! My hands grew braver, running along the side of her soft body. Our kiss seemed to last forever, but it began to slow in pace until we broke the embrace. She sat back on my lap, smiling at me. “I honestly wasn’t expecting this to happen, Rich.” she said in a suddenly sultry voice. “Well I must be honest as well in saying I hoped to steal a kiss from you. But this by far exceeded my expectations,” I said. The scent of her pussy was beginning to tickle my nostrils. It was a scent that enough to nearly make me cum in my shorts. The heat that was emanating from between her legs was enough to rival a space heater!

As I looked back to her smiling face, my hands slid under her tank top to lift up her shirt. She raised her hands to allow it to slip off, showing no protest. Her breasts came into full view: a pale set of lightly freckled C-cup breasts, crowned with 2 pink silver-dollar sized areole and the perkiest nipples I’ve ever seen. I leaned forward to suck her nipples, and a deep gasp came from her lips. It was a panting, wanton moaning that I couldn’t wait to hear more of all night. My left hand massaged her other breast, flicking the nipple as I sucked her right nipple. My right hand slid underneath her shorts very slowly, feeling like placing my hand over a pot of hot water. She was hot! My fingers encountered soft, very wet tendrils of pubic hair. Her hips jerked on my lap as her moaning turned guttural, and her actions became more bold as well. “Touch it….please, touch my pussy,” she cried! The sound of touching her soaked, creamy pussy could be heard even with her shorts on! Just as things were about to go into overdrive, we heard a door open!

“Hey babe, I’m home!”


Oh crap!!




Too be continued!

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