now saw the full
width and breadth of what they had done, and who they had both
become. Her place in this tryst, this act of infidelity took on a
whole new light. She regarded his body, those tight legs pushed up
against her. His hair still tousled from their rough, fulfilling
sexual adventure. Only then did she notice the marks under his
arms.
“Oh shit!” Karen gasped quietly, her hand
held over her mouth. Lost in their moment, she had carved very neat
and parallel tracks down his sides with her nails. Cal, recognizing
her touch at his side, looked under his arm and managed a stifled
laugh. He had a look that portrayed equal amounts of anxiety and
pride in his new battle wounds.
“I'm so sorry! What if your wife sees those!
Oh my god..!” Karen said, winding up in a ball of tension that Cal
took to calming with his hands. Moving under her, she took position
on top of his lap while he gently rubbed her shoulders. The slight
pain on his sides a new mark of pride to Cal. He could feel her
tension ease as his hands worked on her shoulders and neck, her
skin a wonderful landscape of olive tan and the freckle.
“I can't remember the last time Alice saw me
in anything less than a t shirt and boxers. I think we're both
safe.” He said soothingly. His hands began to move from her
shoulders. Making their way over her body, they came to rest at her
waist. Cal's hands were gently feeling her ab muscles in
admiration.
“I guess Yoga is doing wonders for you!” Cal
said as he caressed her waist.
She managed a quiet giggle as her hands found
his. She slowly pushed them down, deeper into the water, down to
her waiting womanhood. Their bodies making a squeaking sound as
they both moved about in the tub. Cal's hands, guided by Karen's,
began their own exploration. As Karen moaned quietly, Cal probed
her depths. He began in a slow thoughtful pattern, moving his hands
over all the right areas. He could feel Karen squirming on his lap,
his own arousal now pressing against her leg. She moved to free his
manhood, as she raised herself out of the water. Cal, sensing her
intentions, struggled to block her.
“Whoa wait! I don't have any party clothes
on!” Cal said, trying to regain control of his mind before his
emotions took over again.
“It’s okay. I got the shot a few weeks ago.
I'm good to go.” Karen said breathlessly. As Cal's arms slid away,
Karen pressed down on his lap, his shaft penetrating deep inside
her. She could feel him, every inch of him! As his manhood filled
her she let escape a quivering gasp of pleasure that was chorused
by Cal's own soft moan.
They both fell back into a chorus of grunts
and squeaks, peppered by the occasional splash of water from the
tub. Karen found her release on top of him, using him like some
piece of machinery, or playground equipment! She climaxed in an
uninhibited set of screams as Cal guided her with his hands upon
her arms. Finally exhausted, Cal slumped in the tub as Karen stayed
atop his lap. She didn't want to lose the feeling of him inside
her. They both sat enjoying the silence, interrupted only by the
occasional bubble from the tub. Cal's head rested on her shoulder,
his stubbled chin a welcome sensation to Karen. She reached back to
caress his hair, the back of her hand bringing them together in a
slow, gentle kiss.
“I want to take you shooting tomorrow.” She
said
Chapter 2
“Hmm?” Cal had been so lost in all of her
sensations he wasn't sure he heard right. “You mean, like, with
guns?” He said.
“Yes silly!” She said. She was worried that
he maybe didn't like them for some other reason.
“I've never shot a gun before.” He said
timidly.
“It’s tons of fun! We have to get up early
though. The range gets busy after about 11 o’clock.” She had turned
to face him, her legs straddling his torso in the, now cool, bath
water.
“Oh okay. I can't argue with that
enthusiasm!” He said. She placed a big, wet kiss on his lips, her
teeth taking his bottom
Wayne Thomas Batson, Christopher Hopper