A welcome surprise
From Torg Adventure
Chuck concentrated on the moans of Ms. Wheeler as she pitched and moaned on the lounge chair, the sounds of her fingers sloshing in her pussy joining the chorus of moans and muted whimpers teased out of her while she was in mid orgasm. He could feel the seed boiling in his balls and by the time his cock started to throb and buck in his hands, Chuck was too far gone to stop. He felt the first blast of his eruption fly out of his purple-headed monster, his eyes opening with the shock of what was going on. Again, he drank in the form of Ms. Wheeler as she continued to arch and strain against the wash of her orgasm; her fingers manipulating her pussy, her hand pinching and twisting her nipples, the fine sheen of sweat and oil on her skin all calling to him.
His eyes ravaged her body as another and another stream of cum blasted from his rod. It wasn't until he was almost done did he realize that Ms. Wheeler's eyes were open and her gaze was devouring his body as much as his eyes were consuming hers. There was a silence between them, punctuated by three of her fingers still sliding in and out of her juicy cunt and the splattering of the end of Chuck's orgasm on the brick patio. Sharon and Chuck stared at each other for a minute, each still coming down from their hard orgasms, the sexuality of the situation intensifying as neither one seemed panicked by having a near-stranger jacking off in front of the each other.
"You must be Chuck," Sharon said breathlessly, her fingers retreating from her neatly trimmed snatch. Chuck's eyes were afforded an amazing view of the pink flower as it folded in under her thin, dark trimmed lips.
"Yes," Chuck responded, his hand still stroking his semi-hard cock. Sharon bit her lower lip and pinched her nipple as she watched him play.
"Well Chuck, I'm Sharon. We spoke on the phone earlier," she said, trying to sound business like. She stood and with a cat-like sway was in front of Chuck after closing the few paces between them. Chuck checked out every inch of flesh as it moved, every muscle, every centimeter of skin, every flash of pussy as it appeared and disappeared between her thighs as she stepped. She held her hand out, and Chuck eagerly accepted it, shaking it.
"Yes, Sharon," he said, at a complete loss. Sharon giggled as she broke the handshake, holding her hand up and showing Chuck the little droplets of his cum that were on her finger tips. Chuck could feel her pussy juice on his hand, and almost as if on cue, they both rose their hands to their lips and tasted each other.
"I'd apologize for my state when you found me," she said, "but I'm really not that sorry about it," she finished with a wink. "Normally, I'd never do that sort of thing, but then, normally there isn't a show given in return."
"Uh, yeah, same here," Chuck said with a devilish grin.
"Well," the olive-skinned minx said, cocking her hips, her hands pitched on them. "You're not here for the show, you're here for the lawn," she said with a wink and a smile.
"Yes, ma'am," Chuck said, his mouth smiling politely but his eyes still dancing over her form. The smile faded from Sharon's lips and she reached out and took Chuck's semi-hard cock in her hand and stroked it, her hand closed tightly around it. The feeling was one of painful pleasure and it made Chuck's knees go weak as his dick immediately started to turn to iron.
"Oh Chuck, I think we're well past 'ma'am' here, don't you?" she asked, her petite frame making her crane her neck to look into his eyes. "Matter of fact, if you call me anything but Sharon ever again without me telling you, I think we will have to renegotiate the nature of our agreement," she said, her fingers teasing his sensitive head.
"Yes, Sharon," Chuck answered quickly and respectfully.
"Good!" she said, her mood immediately brightening. "Let's start by going to the house, I'm thirsty as hell!" she said with a giggle. She sashayed out of the patio, her ass swinging deliciously, not bothering to pick up her robe as she moved to cross her expanse of yard naked as the day she was born. Chuck tucked his painfully erect cock in his pants and followed her up to the house. Once they were inside, Sharon made a phone call and motioned for Chuck to wait in the living room of the elegant home.
"The sitter will pick the boys up in 15 minutes," Sharon said, moving back into the room. "And I see you've put your cock back in your pants," she said with disappointment.
"Yes, Sharon," he said with quick politeness. She approached him and he retreated slowly. The 5'2" tall widow pushed him down on the couch and straddled him, wasting no time in deftly pulling his fly apart and releasing his aching rod.
"I don't remember telling you to do that," she said, her body arching forward, pressing Chuck's shaft against her hot, soaked mound. Chuck shrugged and Sharon started stroking him side-to-side against her slit, opening the flower and she began to pant lightly as the thickly veined cock rubbed against her clit.
"No, Sharon," Chuck said with a sigh.
"We have 15 minutes," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. Her hand started stroking his rod as she moved it around her rapidly re-heating sex. "How do you suggest we pass the time?"
What does Chuck suggest?
