My mornings were so much more pleasant now that I had the bed all to myself. No snoring, no hands on me, I could easily move to the other side where the sheets were still pleasantly cool against my skin.
It’s been almost six months since my divorce was finalized and it was only now that my body started to miss certain things. My husband was never overly affectionate, all of his love and passion were always dedicated to his company, and I just had to take it, but no more. Still, there wasn’t a man in my bed since then, and certain things I just had to take into my own hands.
I stretched in bed, looking at the clock. It was still ungodly early, too early for my breakfast to be ready, so I could start my day more pleasantly without the fear of ruining my schedule. I opened the bedside table – the one on the side that used to be my husband's, that seemed to be fitting – and pulled out a glass wand. My body instantly felt hot, the heaviness settling in my lower stomach.
I pulled the blanket off my body and moved to lay on my back, my legs spread open, my hand moved under the fabric of my silk nightgown, finding my nipple. I closed my eyes, moaning, imagining something, someone, who I would’ve liked to do all those things to me. In my imagination, I went through the catalog of guys I slept with, but not one of them seemed to be fitting for the role. I wanted something new, someone new.
Hoping that I would find my appetite during the meal, I moved the wand between my legs and rubbed the glass ball against my clit, enjoying the friction. As much as I liked the feeling, I would’ve preferred it to be someone’s hard cock and not a toy. But I had to work with what I had. I teased myself again, feeling my pussy turning wetter, my desire making me lift my hips higher. I moved the wand lower, to my entrance, about to push it inside and enjoy having its thickness filling me, when I heard a loud noise coming from the outside.
It came unexpectedly, its loudness making me sit on the bed and look outside. My morning self-care was long forgotten even if my clit was still aching. Not thinking about the way I looked, I went to look at what was happening outside from my balcony. The sound was coming from the road between my house and my neighbors’. There was a motorcycle, just near their open gates, and I could see the driver trying to start it again, which was causing the loud noise.
“Can’t you just roll it inside?” I screamed, even if it was too far. I felt frustrated and unsatisfied, so I felt fully justified in doing this.
I could see the guy turn to me and take off his helmet, waving at me. It was my neighbors’ son, Kieran. Now, looking at him on top of a motorcycle I barely recognized him. He definitely grew up a lot since the last time I saw him.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Graham! I’ll try to be quieter.”
I felt him looking at me and realized that I was still wearing only my nightgown – too short and with too deep of a cut on the chest to be appropriate for meeting your neighbors. I also felt that I didn’t care.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling my irritation going away. I was about to go back inside when I felt the need to add another point. “And it’s Ms. Carter now.”
I turned around and walked back into the house, wondering why this interaction affected me so much. In any case, I didn’t have much time to think about it now. My schedule was too full and my day had to start right now.
Throughout the day, I was still coming back to this interaction in my mind, trying to figure out why it affected me so much. I had no answer.
Finally, the evening came and I could get back home and relax. I just had an early dinner with one of my girlfriends and was still wearing makeup and a tight yellow dress I picked for the occasion. All my house staff had already left, so I could enjoy peace and quiet, but not for long.
I heard the noise announcing that someone was pressing the doorbell near the gates and went to look who it was. I looked at the camera and was surprised to see that it was Kieran.
“Isn’t it a little too late for a visit?” I asked, making him smile.
“I know, but I wanted to apologize for the morning,” he showed me a bottle of wine in his hands. “Can I come in?”
“Fine,” I said, not sure how to feel about this. I buzzed him in and went to open the door. As Kieran walked towards me, I was looking over him, enjoying the view. He was tall, much taller than I remembered. His body was muscular, his arms filling the sleeves of his jacket nicely. His dark hair was perfectly styled, making him look older. Only his eyes were the same – green and bright, turning even brighter when he smiled.
“Once again, I’m really sorry, Ms. Carter. I promise I won’t disturb you like this again,” he said, giving me the bottle. It was expensive and probably came from his parents’ collection. I moved away from the door, letting him walk inside.
“I didn’t know you were old enough to drive something this dangerous. Are your parents okay with that?”
“They can’t exactly forbid me to do anything since I turned eighteen,” he smiled again, and I could see his eyes traveling up and down my body. I knew that my next move was wrong no matter how you look at it, but I couldn’t deny myself any longer.
“Do you want to come in? So you can tell me all about your newfound love for danger.”
“That would’ve been great.”
I walked him to the living room and, before I could stop him, Kieran noticed a poker set my ex left behind sitting on the coffee table. I didn’t know why I didn’t get rid of it before, but I was happy that I didn’t.
“Are you a player?” he asked, opening it and taking the cards out. I didn’t stop him.
“Not a good one, but I am,” I nodded, sitting on the couch. I put one of my legs over another and watched as Kieran’s eyes darted to see more of my open skin. “Why? Do you want to play?”
“I haven't practiced in a while, would’ve been nice to try what I’m capable of right now,” he sat on the couch, leaving some distance between us.
“I don’t mind, but do you know the unwritten rules of poker?” I smiled, feeling my power over him and enjoying it. “You can’t just play, there should be stakes. Otherwise, it’s not as interesting.”
I looked at Kieran, waiting for his answer, not sure what it would be. I didn’t expect to hear what came out of his mouth next.
“How about strip poker then? High enough stakes for you, Ms. Carter?”
I was surprised that he offered that he was brave enough to do it. It made me even more curious.
“You can call me Alana,” I said, taking the deck out of his hands. “I don’t mind, but I do have to warn you – I couldn’t wear a bra under this dress, so there is not much for me to take off.”
I could see his eyes shining. Kieran was even more excited now.
“This only makes me want to win more, Alana.”
But then I started winning. It was my full house against his straight and his jacket was off. Then my flush against Kieran’s two pairs and he lost his shirt. I could see the hard muscles of his chest and press, feeling the desire to run my hand over his body, or maybe my tongue.
“Come on, you can do better,” I smiled, putting down three of a kind against his pair. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”
Kieran stood up, unbuckling his belt. I thought he was about just to take it out, but he went all the way, unzipping his pants and taking them off too. I tried not to look down, to where his boxers showed the outline of his cock.
“Are you sure you want to play another round?” I asked, giving him a way out.
“Oh, I do,” he nodded.
We kept our cards close and I could feel the tension in my body. In either case, this was going to end in one of us showing a lot more than was appropriate. I looked at what I had, waiting.
“Let’s show,” I said, putting down my cards, looking down, then at Kieran’s face. He was smiling wide. It was my full house against his royal flush.
“I love to win,” he smiled. I wondered if that was his strategy all along if he made me believe he didn’t know how to play for this win. It didn’t matter. I stood up, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it off my body, staying only in the panties in front of him.
“Congrats,” I said, letting him look over my body, waiting for what was going to happen next. I didn’t have to wait long.
Kieran stood up, looking me in the eyes, waiting for my permission. I just pulled him closer, kissing him, pushing my tongue in his mouth. My body was buzzing with anticipation, while his hands were on my ass, my hips, my breasts.
“I was to fuck you right here, Alana,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Just wait a moment, I have something to make this feel even better.”
It was a good idea to go sex toy shopping today. I grabbed the cock ring I bought from my purse and came back. Kieran smiled as I pulled down his boxers and put a ring on his cock. With a press of a button, it started vibrating, making me even more excited.
“Come here,” he demanded, tugging my panties down my legs. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Looking at his hard cock I knew that much, but I didn’t expect Kieran to put his hands on my hips and pull me up. Instinctively, I put my legs around him, my slit pressed against his vibrating cock, my hands laying on his shoulders.
“You look so hot,” he said, rubbing his length against me. I felt excited, wanted, my body needing him.
“Then fuck me already.”
I didn’t have to ask twice – as soon as I did, I felt his tip against my entrance, pushing inside, stretching me. I moaned, loving the feeling of a cock inside me. A feeling that I craved for so long. Kieran only grabbed my hips harder, easily holding me in the air, just making my pussy drop onto his cock. Each time my clit touched the vibrating ring I moaned louder, feeling my pussy going tight around him. This boy knew what he was doing and I loved to feel it.
He didn’t seem to be tired of holding me, his arm muscles flexing, his thrusts only becoming faster. I just grabbed onto him, feeling the pleasure he was giving me, loving the way his cock felt inside me. Just a few more thrusts and I went over the edge, moaning and scratching his neck, holding onto him harder. Kieran’s groans in my ear and his hot cum filling me let me know that he enjoyed this a lot too. He still held me in the air, when I finally came back to my senses.
“I didn’t know my win would feel this fucking good,” I felt his breath on my neck.
“I think we both won this game,” I laughed, kissing him. “But I think we have time for another round.”
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