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By *ickEmery OP Man
16 weeks ago
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The Ring app fluttered its rare alert and Evie lifted her eyes to scan the screen for sight of the stranger at the front door. His head was turned back toward the road. She waited for a moment, should he turn back to face the doorcam. He didn’t. Interesting. She’d have to wait until she opened the door to see the first man she’d take into her bedroom in months.
Evie had decided to sell and though the agents had said it was an odd time to go to market, the Christmas holidays, she had been insistent. The damp and the roof and the wiring and the gutters; it was now or waste more precious cash. So now it was.
The agents had set up this first viewing and Evie had timed it for when her lodger and her daughters, home for the holiday, were out of the house. It would be easier to show the prospect around without worrying about intruding on their privacy. She had spent that morning cleaning and tidying, no small task with her talent for scholarly squalor in a house so large.
She climbed the stairs from the kitchen to the front door and paused briefly to pat herself down. She was heading out to meet friends later and had already dressed for the evening so she could put away the ironing board before the viewing. Her figure-hugging black dress, down to the mid-thigh. She opened the door.
Evie?
He was tall; perhaps 6 inches taller than her. She looked up into his eyes and her shyness was immediate. She knew it right at that moment; she knew.
Yes! Hello. Please come in.
I’m Luke. The agent sent me.
His eyes smiled into her gaze, forcing her to avert hers. Luke. Jewish maybe. Oh, my lips around his cock, she thought. And then, stop it.
Yes, yes, of course.
She beckoned him in.
I just uprighted that plant pot for you. It must have been blown over by the wind.
He’s already fixing the place, she realised. He’s going to fix me soon. Oh my. Soon.
Oh thankyou so much. I should really stop leaving the spare key under it. Never know what strange man might find his way inside me.
The words were out before she could stop them. He turned on her briefly as he passed by in the hall and peered wide-eyed into her. He smiled but said nothing. She decided not to attempt to correct herself.
Shall I remove my shoes, Evie?
Polite, too. Normally she wouldn’t have insisted but now, right now, him.…
Yes, please.
He bent over to untie his laces. He could reach them without effort. Supple, she concluded. Good. And a strong tight bum beneath his dark trousers. Athletic. His shirt untucked itself a little as he lifted his shoe from his foot and revealed a distracting white band of underwear.
She stopped herself watching him.
OK, let’s start with the kitchen. You need to go down.
Another moment of eyes. Goodness.
Evie brushed past him and he followed her closely down the stairs. She noticed the sound of the stairs under a man’s weight. It had been a long time. His weight on me, she thought, forcing me down into the bed beneath us.
She ran through her script as best she could, never looking at him but conscious he was looking at her rather than the various aspects of the room she was describing.
You keep a very clean kitchen, Evie. It must keep you busy.
Her heart leapt. If her mother could see her now!
Well, it’s not always like this, of course, but it’s kind of you to say.
And she looked at him now. He looked squarely back.
Yes, well, yes. Very kind. Right, the cellar rooms. I call them the cellar but they’re sort of not really, or they’re whatever you want to use them as. I have storage and tools and outdoor stuff and…
She wittered, realised it and stopped. He followed her close behind, his quiet presence deafening her. He’s not asking any questions, she thought. Why not? He’s making me talk too much.
She suggested going back upstairs.
We’ll do the bedrooms upstairs and then finish with the ground floor.
He nodded approval and followed her up. Is he looking at my thighs? Can he see my underwear? And that’s when she realised it suddenly. She hadn’t put any on yet. They were still drying on the end of her bedstead ready for the evening out.
Oh my god. Can he see everything? And if he can, what’s he thinking? I’ve shaved. Can he see that much? And he’s going to see my knickers on the bed when we go in. What’ll he say? How will I hide them? Oh fuck.
Evie had been flustered before but now was disintegrating in front of him. They entered the first bedroom.
So, a good sized bedroom with super views of course, but this one isn’t my bedroom.
For goodness sake, she thought. Why did I say that?
They went into the bathroom briefly before then pausing outside Evie’s bedroom. She could smell him. He smelt of man. Obviously well groomed but not overpoweringly perfumed.
Yes, well, this next one is my room.
She tiptoed into it, almost reaching for his hand to bring him with her.
I recently sanded the floor and redecorated.
It’s beautiful
Oof.
Do please forgive the mess.
A delicate pair of dark green panties hung on the metal bars of her bedstead, the only thing remotely messy in the room and both their eyes went to them.
Oh blimey. Sorry. I was just getting dressed to go out.
Evie reached for them to hide them away.
They’re very pretty. Perfect for you.
She turned to face him. There was barely a metre between them. They remained silent as they felt the gravity of one another. She was spellbound; already his.
He moved toward her, paused and reached for her hands. He lifted them toward his chest and drew her into him. He looked down to her underwear, took it from her hand and placed it gently on the bed beside them.
He lifted his eyes back to hers. His gaze was serious now, his chest smoothing his shirt out as his breathing swelled. He slowly moved his lips toward hers, holding her hands fast to him. He tilted his head slightly and she found herself doing the same. She was ready. She wanted this badly now. Whatever he wanted, she was willing to give him. This stranger. Luke. The turmoil had passed and had given way to naked desire; an unimpeded drive for intimacy and touch. His touch. Right now.
Their lips met. Softly at first, delicate together, testing, gently moistening one another. This was magical. It was really happening, all of it. Their lips did not separate as he released her hands and wrapped his left arm around the small of her back, pulling her body to press against his. She felt his warmth, his safety, breathing deeply and powerfully against her.
They kissed, her slender neck reaching up to him, his down to her. How long passed? Neither would later recall it accurately. He separated their lips and found her eyes. His gaze held a question; should he go further? And she knew.
Please.
They lay together, to one another’s side, facing one another. His thigh instinctively fell between hers and she lifted her outside knee up and over him. Their noses an inch apart, the sound only of their rhythmic desperate attempts for air beginning to fall in unison.
They kissed again, this time different. Their fevers had risen together. She felt him pull her to him, his hand behind her head, needing her now, a need she’d never sensed before in a man. There could be no turning back. She didn’t want to, but the unknown quantity of him, a stranger 20 minutes ago; the excitement of discovery as delightful to her as being discovered.
Luke lowered a hand to her hip and rested it there, sensing her, feeling her, barely squeezing but thoroughly carnal. And then down to the skin of her thighs below the hem of her dress. And right then he let out a gasp, a slight sound of voice, as involuntary as any sound they would make. She sensed his desire suddenly lift a level; his body stiffened into her, his hand firm against her skin, and a very sexual if slight thrust of his hips into her.
She teased her fingertips between the buttons of his shirt to touch the skin of his chest. She lived his reaction, tiny as they wrestled their bodies closer but perceptible to her heightened senses.
His hand forced her dress up her thigh a little, his fingertips searching to tease themselves beneath it; both constantly moving, barely controlled, their bodies developing a new dance that only they would share, their hands finding new places to explore, to savour, to enjoy. Suddenly she felt his hardness beneath his zip, that hardness that she would soon reveal, that she would taste, that she would open herself up to in complete submission.
His hand found its way under her dress back up to her bum, grasping it, releasing, feeling every contour. She felt her pussy tingling as it moistened easily ready for their passion. She lifted her knee higher for him, curving herself for him, urging her pussy nearer to his touch.
Please.
She said it again, more urgency now in her voice. She pulled at his belt, needing it to be open. He helped her quickly and his fly was open for her. Evie reached beneath, gliding her fingers across his cock. It was hard and thick beneath his white underwear.
With one mind they tugged his trousers and his underwear down over his thighs and his cock sprang up for her. She seized it greedily as he took one leg out of his trousers. He didn’t attempt the other, one enough for their needs right now. He pulled her dress up to her hips, looking down at her body, her freshly shaven pussy glistening ready for them and again a deep noise from deep within him escaped, piercing her with its brutish tone.
They needed one another now. There’d be other times for gentleness, but right this second, not now. They needed to let go, to devour one another, to forget the world outside those four walls.
Evie slid her palm up and down his cock. It wasn’t too big or too small. She needed him inside her right now. There’d be time for teasing later. She rolled away from him onto her back, her thighs separating in invitation. He understood and followed her, his shoulders rising up over her, expertly, his elbows bearing his weight as he inched across her, their bodies never losing contact, until his knees carried his thighs between hers.
His cock lay on her pussy mound, hard between them. They kissed, deep, tasting, barely breathing. He lifted her shoulders and wrapped an arm beneath her, his palm cradling her head, making her his. She felt him lower his hips down until his cock rested against her pussy, just at the right place. And then he paused.
Please, Luke. Now. Now, please.
He slowed his kiss to a sensuous intimacy at just the moment he allowed his body to obey gravity, so slowly but firmly, the tip of his cock nursing Evie’s pussy open for him. She moaned out loudly, arching herself up to him. He paused, savouring the first inch of her. She could feel the start of her orgasm already.
Please! I need you to fuck me. Now.
He withdrew almost completely, paused again, and then sank himself slowly into her, his whole length sliding remorselessly into her. The sound from her was like nothing she’d ever heard herself make before; from deep within, a guttural reaction to the sensation of being filled by him. He felt perfect inside her. She knew she would come very soon.
Luke. God, Luke.
He let himself dwell there, deep inside her for moments, kissing her again, sharing himself with her body. Then, continuing to strain deep inside her, he allowed more weight to pass through his waist, pressing her body down, grinding himself in slow circles against her, the hardness of his pubic bone perfectly massaging the skin over her clitoris.
So good. This is so good. Fuck.
He maintained a slow, firm rhythm, the walls of her pussy rolling with his cock, her clit answering his moves as he pushed down onto her. And then he whispered to her, by her ear.
Evie. Evie.
Yes. Oh yes.
I can feel my cock against the walls of your beautiful pussy. So deep. So warm and perfect.
Oh fuck, yes
I’m going to come inside you. You’re going to feel me come for you. Soon, Evie. I can’t resist you.
It was enough. Her orgasm swirled beneath the surface for a tortured exquisite moment and then it seized her. Her eyes closed tightly, her body no longer her own. It built and built, rising and rising, until it gripped her completely, shook her body, convulsed her beneath his weight and she shouted out uncontrollably, animalistic under him, pulse after pulse, the next as strong as the first as he continued his rhythm.
And then she felt him. He was quiet until his explosion, but then he roared out, the muscles in his neck straining, his grip around her body tightening, squeezing the air from her lungs, his paroxysms violent against her. And then the warmth of him flowing deep inside her beautiful, swollen pussy, enveloping all of her abdomen, his cock throbbing muscularly inside her for minutes, as his rhythm subsided, and he came to rest gently upon her.
Breathlessly they held one another; the drug of orgasm spreading its restful bliss between them. They dozed a little, holding one another closely.
After some time, Evie reached for her phone to cancel her evening out. Luke pulled her back to bed and they began to kiss again.
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