Comes with the House (Private thread)

[Mephistophelily]

It had been ages since she actually walked through any type of trails or woods, Kelly's time usually spent in the city over the last 19 years... So the tour given by Carson was certainly nice in more ways than one. A wonderful view, yes- and the company, as odd as the situation revealed to her may have been- was wonderful as well. It was nice to have a guy talking with her that WASN'T her son. And every time he reached out to help her with the path, it sent a shiver straight down her spine.

Good lord... This man is- I have my own sort of mountain man in my backyard...
Her thoughts drifted to the cheesy romance novels her own mother ysed to read, stories of the insanely handsome woodsman that swept the lonely woman off her feet and made passionate love to her in the depths of his beloved forest. A light giggle left her lips at the thought, quickly shaking her head to dismiss it as Carson gave her a curious glance. You don't want to know. Ohhh, you don't want to know...

Every little piece he showed her, the tiny details she never would have noticed on her own, the things he knew about animals showing their presence- the scrapes on trees, the marks in dirt, even the tiny tears in leaves.... All of it fascinated her, especially the passion he seemed to hold for it. He wasn't lying when he said how important this place to him...

She jumped slightly as he brought her to a halt, nodding as he placed a finget on his lips and gestured to come closer. Sneaking up beside him, she drew a soft breath as he wrapped an arm around her to point ahead. She didn't even care what was over there, simply that he didn't move, but she did peek as best she could, shivering as he whispered to her.

She spotted it then. A movement of fur, creeping out from a hole beside the old fallen tree. It looked almost like a rabbit, a bit like a mouse, and left a little coo from Kelly's lips. The sound came again as a trio of tiny little heads mirroring the first popped up, a pack of babies climbing out to follow. "Oh they are so adorable...," she breathed, starting to take a step back- only to collide with his chest, her body pressed up against him. "oh-! Sorry- I was trying to get over that wood and-" she pulled away hastily, turning around to look at him.

"The woods are yours, Carson. I have no intent on causing them harm or anything of that sort. Perhaps we can... Make a little deal." She smiled softly, taking in his expression. God, the look in his eyes- nature was truly a passion for him, wasn't it? "I'll share the house resources with you as well, if you do some things for me in return. Nothing outrageous. Its just that my son is simply on leave for the time being, and- well. Sometimes you need help from a guy around the house. I'll even make dinner every Saturday. What do you think?"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

(OOC -- At one point near the bottom, I kind of direct Kelly a bit. If it was something she wouldn't have done, please tell me and I will change it. I don't want to hijack your character.)

What do I think...? Carson mused. I think I want to lay you back upon that mossy log and fuck you 'til your screams are the only animal sound left in the woods, that's what I think.

He penis had been up and down and all around during the walk, settling down as he delved into another one of his little edu-tainment explanations and perking back up every time he had a moment to study Kelly while she was studying what ever it was that had currently been holding her interest.

They were so close he could have simply pulled her to him, pressed their bodies and lips together hard. Jordan, he believed, had been so ready to give herself to him on the spot yesterday, but he'd given her an out ... which he now regretted.

Do you want me, too...? he wondered, studying Kelly's face for a moment too long not for her to know he was doing so. Would I be making a mistake taking hold of you now...? Will I be making a mistake NOT doing so...?

Adult women were so hard to figure out sometimes for Carson. Jordan ... she'd been easy, like to many teenagers; most of them were like light bulbs, either turned on or turned off, but grown up girls ... they had always been hard for him to figure out. Carson could suggest that he and Kelly strip right now and wake up the woods and her reaction might be to be the first one naked ... or slap the shit out of him and head away, looking for a good property rights lawyer.

She had said that she would work with him in his effort to protect the woods, though; that was a good sign. Dinner invites ... some dinking around the property, too. All of it was neighborly ... and sociable ... and, he couldn't help but fantasize about, going to keep him close to Kelly and Jordan.

You are in SO much trouble, he thought, glancing past Kelly at the baby weasels now milling about their den. He wasn't really interested in the family; he was delaying. He wanted more input from Kelly; he wanted her here and now but wouldn't make a move without knowing where she stood on the whole fucking Daniel Boone an hour after meeting him possibility. He needed a moment to consider his next move, so he nodded toward the weasels again and, after she turned to view them, ogled her a moment longer, wondering, are you really in THAT much of a hurry?

By the time she'd finished observing the little rascals, he'd made up his mind. When she turned, he curled a finger to her in a come this way gesture and whispered, "I have one more thing to show you."

They headed back the way they came, and near the center of the woods took in the thickest of the undergrowth, he stepped off the trail, parted a couple of low hanging cedar bows, and nodded his head into the woods. He noticed Kelly's hesitance and smiled, saying, "Trust me."

Kelly crouched enough to get through the trees and waited for him on the other side. As Carson passed by her on what could hardly be called a trail, he reached a hand out and placed it upon her hip as he slip pass; the move was meant to look like he was simply trying to pass her through the limbs without knocking either of them over, but in reality he'd done it because he wanted to touch her again ... and wanted her to know that.

He led her through the thick undergrowth, occasionally holding back limbs for her, always taking the opportunity to make eye contact with her and/or ogle her fine figure, which ever seemed appropriate at the moment. Leaning this way and that, twisting and turning through the trees, Kelly was repeatedly offering Carson different views of her figure, and he found it necessary on a couple of occasions to inconspicuously reach down to his groin and readjust his now rock solid erection being tightly contained within his snug fitting jeans.

Finally, as Carson pulled back one final limb and allowed Kelly to proceed ahead of him, the trees opened on the edge of a small clearing ... in the middle of which a thin, fog-like cloud hung close to the ground over a still pool of water. Carson stepped up close behind Kelly -- too close for their current relationship but not nearly as close as he wanted to be -- and said quietly, "I found this when I was 14. Was out here tracking a pair of Does that were trying to hide an injured Fawn."

He stepped around her, again letting one of his hands brush over the small of her back and hip as he passed -- all innocently yet devilishly at the same time -- and began circling out around the hot spring. "It was late in the fall, too late for a fawn to still be wearing spots. I was concerned that she -- the fawn, I mean -- would just become coyote food..."

As he continued explaining, he was unbuttoning his shirt. He slid it off and tossed it over a low lying limb, revealing his lean, muscular torso. He didn't look to Kelly, not wanting her to think he was just looking for a reaction from her ... although he would have loved to have seen it.

As his explanation went on, he continued undressing, propping one foot after another up on a large rock to untie his boots and set them on a rotting log, shedding each corresponding sock as well. "A coyote needs to eat, too ... that's Mother Nature ... but I felt guilty because it was my dog that I suspected of attacking the fawn. He came home with blood on his nose, and I first noticed the fawn's injuries the next day, so ... conclusion made. Of course, I had no idea what I would do about it. I was 14 after all. Don't remember what was going through my head at the time ... maybe ... bring it home and give it first aid in the laundry room, who knows."

By the time he was finished, he had fully encircled the six foot diameter pool ... and, standing between Kelly and the water with his back to her, was now beginning to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his way toward nudity. "I never told anyone about the spring, of course. My parents, god rest their souls, would have have built a spa out here for all I know ... and the kids at school would have been out here every night fucking."

Fucking...? he chastised himself. Did you really just say 'fucking' to her...?

"Over the years," he went on, pushing his jeans off his hips and down to bunch about his ankles, leaving him standing before his new neighbor in nothing but his boxers, "I've done some work on it ... sculpted some seats in the muddy sides, added some beach sand to the bottom."

He reached to the waist band of his boxers, then half glanced over his shoulder to Kelly and, with a sly smile, said, "Now ... don't you be peeking, Kelly."

Turning to look toward the pool again, his lips wide with a smile Kelly couldn't see, he pushed his boxers off and carefully stepped down into the pool, slowly, allowing his body to get used to the heat as he explained, "The natural elements in the water will fade all the color out of clothes. I learned that the first time I came out wearing a pair of pink bathing trunks--" He laughed and added, "That were red when I went in."

He moved across to the opposite side, turned to face Kelly, and shifted his bum around in the muddy seat until he was comfortable. Studying her, he said, "If you don't mind your undies getting faded ... you can wear them in. Otherwise..."

He let the thought die as he tried -- unsuccessfully -- to contain the smile on his lips.

 

[Mephistophelily]

The new path was a bit questionable, but he seemed to be honest on what was back there- albeit rather secretive on exactly WHAT it was. Kelly's curiosity more than anything led her to follow after, taking his hand again as he helped her to get there, guiding touches about her waist or against her back leaving shivers behind. At first they seemed to simply be innocent little things, but the continuous 'incidents' led her to simply believe this was no passing thing.

He was trying to touch her more and more.
Was he trying to... hit on her?

Kelly blushed at the thought as they came to another blocked portion of this no-longer-pathway, Carson tugging back another branch to reveal his final destination for all these travels. She gasped as she looked at the water, shocked at the sight. It was like something out of one of those vacation magazines- something she'd expect in a foreign country, not in her own backyard.

Carson came up behind her then, starting to tell the story on how he came upon this hidden marvel in the woods. At first she had listened and studied the water, only to realize that he was up to something himself. A quick doubletake was made as she noticed his shirt coming off, the woman's throat closing up slightly at the sight.

Yup. Those books.
No wonder her mother had loved them so.

The story was no longer even registering to her, Kelly simply mumbling out little acknowledging sounds as she watched him. She felt a bit wrong to be doing it, but at the same time- why had he led her out here if it wasn't his intention for her to see?

Wait, had he led her out here simply FOR this intention?!

His words were still just a background sound to her as she studied him, every motion he made showing another muscle to be admired, another part to his body that left the divorcee biting her lip. It wasn't until one word was mentioned that she actually heard him. Wait, what did he say?

Fucking? Here? But the kids-

Concerns over the kids was her biggest thought?! Not that DOING that was wrong?! She pushed the thought aside as he explained on the water's interior, wriggling down his jeans and leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Kelly felt like her legs were weak. Dear god don't you take those off right there.

He smirked at her, his comment almost seeming to be in response to her thought, leaving the woman to redden deeply as he moved closer to the water. She didn't intend to peek... But...
Oh good LORD.

He explained why they needed to come off, then gave the invite for her to join... reminding once again on what would happen if she chose to don her own undergarments. Kelly bit her lip slightly, turning to glance back the way they had come a moment, debating this offer... then looked back to Carson. "Then you don't look either," She scolded with a smirk, turning her back to the water and pulling her dress up over her head.

This was insane. Skinnydipping in the middle of the woods with a man she had just met... And yet, she was doing it. She wore no bra, relying on the dress' straps for support, but did need to stoop down to peel off her panties. Leaving them atop her dress, she started into the water, drawing a sharp breath at how warm it actually was. "Its like an actual spa in this thing-!," She noted in surprise, still wading into it.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson had little doubt that Kelly had watched him strip to nothing, so when she said he wasn't to peek, he acknowledged the demand ... and watched her through the light mist anyway.

She was remarkable. She was a mother of two; she wasn't supposed to look this good ... was she? As he ogled her shedding her dress and panties, ending up as naked as he, he contemplated the hours throughout the years that Kelly had spent in the gym and on home exercising equipment to retain that tight body; even at half her age, most women yearned to be this round where round was good, this flat where flat was good, this perky where...

It only made him want her even more, knowing that he wouldn't just be making love to a beautiful woman but would be making love to a sexy, erotic ... what did they call them...? he mused, thinking back to the term he'd overheard a couple of teen age boys calling a woman at the Feed Store ... a MILF...?

Every man yearned the youthfulness and innocence of a teenager, a young woman, a girl; Carson certainly did, and -- even now -- he still wanted to part those long legs of barely legal Jordan. But there was something to be said for the knowledge and experience of an older, sexual woman. Carson couldn't be certain of Kelly's experience with men, of course; for all he knew, her Ex had been her one and only, had lacked any erotic imagination, and shortly after the births of his children, lost interest in his wife and, therefore, never expanded their adventures between the sheets. Kelly could be as vanilla and inexperienced today as she was when first she parted her thighs for a man.

Then, who knew...? She might have have dozens of lovers, before the kids, before the marriage ... during the marriage. Or she and her Ex may have simply been experimental in all things sexual. Hell, she might teach him a few things about satisfaction! He simply couldn't know.

What he did know was this: he had to know Kelly ... as in Biblically know her. He didn't care what age she was or what her experience was; he only knew that he wanted her, here and now, in his woods.

(I didn't comment on her reaction to his gaze being upon her as she entered.)

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kelly smiled as she slipped down into the water, glancing over to see his eyes wide. She blushed a bit, hesitantly looking back to the water's edge sheepishly. "I suppose I could have been a bit quieter on that... and I thought I told you not to look." She gave him a quick glare, then suddenly gave a playful splash of the water in his direction.

She felt like a teenager. Which was a thing she also felt rather bad about doing- she HAD a teenager, back in that house. Well, not right now, because she'd left with her friend, but- Yes. A teen, living in that home, who should have been the one out flirting around and getting ogled by guys like that... not her. Her divorce had been months ago, almost half a year now... But still. A guy looking at her, in that way? She didn't even know how to react.

"It is comfortable, though," She noted, pulling the little rubber band from her wrist and using it to pull her hair up in a ponytail. "I may just have to sneak back here once in awhile when Jordan's asleep and take advantage of things for myself." She smirked with that, sinking down a bit more into the cozy mud beneath. "Oohhh, even that feels good..."

Sighing softly, she closed her eyes with a blissful smile, only to peer over at him through barely opened eyes. The view of him, with the steam of the water and his water-soaked chest... She bit her lip again, pulling up from her seat in the murk and starting to scoot a bit closer. Find a subject. Anything. Something. Now.

"I have a question on something. Maybe you would know." She smiled, coming to rest her hand gently on his leg beneath the water. "When I was younger, I actually lived close to woods. Part of why I liked this place so much... But there was always these weird sounds that happened at the start of spring. I never heard them that much the rest of the year... It was this strange little symphony of nature's sounds that only happened that one season each year. That little... song. Is it just as loud here?"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"... and I thought I told you not to look," Kelly said, trying to look slighted, but only shortly as she playfully splashed water his direction.

"I was blinded by the mist," he lied softly, his gaze walking over every inch of her body as she dropped into the water. She sank until her breasts were covered -- just enough to hide the nipples swollen by the cool forest breeze -- then did as he did, shifting about to find a comfortable seat on the mud shelves he periodically cut out of the pool's bank.

"It is comfortable, though," she told him, pulling her hair back and securing it. "I may just have to sneak back here once in awhile when Jordan's asleep and take advantage of things for myself."

You don't have to sneak, Kelly, he thought, eager to see her out here in the dark of night often.

"Oohhh, even that feels good..." she said, obviously settling in a soft, squishy spot. She seemed unable to decide whether she was in heaven or hell ... soaking in a hot, soothing bath and allowing the stressful world to rush away ... or stressing inside about being nude with a man who she really didn't know any more than the crazed lunatics she probably saw on the news every night. "I have a question on something. Maybe you would know."

Am I a maniacal rapist who's going to have his way with you here...? Carson mused, trying his best to suppress his smile. As he waited for the question, Kelly moved closer to him. He wasn't sure whether she was just trying to find a more comfortable spot on the muddy ledge ... or find a more comfortable spot closer to him. Then ... he felt her hand on his leg, and his heart instantly began to beat faster with anticipation. The location of her hand -- closer to his knee than to his groin -- left him conflicted; even though it was on his thigh, he wasn't sure whether it was playful or seductive. All he did know was that his dick was suddenly as hard as it had been in the presence of a woman in a very long time.

"When I was younger, I actually lived close to woods, she told him. "Part of why I liked this place so much... But there was always these weird sounds that happened at the start of spring. I never heard them that much the rest of the year... It was this strange little symphony of nature's sounds that only happened that one season each year. That little... song. Is it just as loud here?"

He smiled, thinking Sex, my dear. It was sex! And the WANT for sex ... just like now. Shall I start singing to you ... before I make you make THOSE sounds...?

Carson smiled broadly, not just at the horrid thought bouncing about his skull but also at how he was supposed to answer the question about the spring time mating season ... while he was naked in a hot spring with the neighbor lady!

"Different times of the year have different sounds," he began. Compose your thought, boy ... don't make it sound like a 'come on'. Then, he remembered that he and Kelly were naked together in a hot pool of water, an hour after having met. Who needs a come on...? "What you were listening to, more likely than not, were the mating calls of the birds ... or some of the the smaller mammals. Squirrels ... other rodents. Depending on where you grew up, you had the deer, too. Elk, bear ... I could go on--"

Suddenly, he rose up out of the water, and reached high above Kelly's head, snatching into the air; he was aware that he'd gotten very close to exposing his still erect penis -- and possibly may have, he couldn't be sure -- before he lowered back down into the water, displaying his closed fist before her. They were much closer now, with his right knee just slightly between Kelly's own knees.

"This guy ... you might'a heard him, too," he said, moving even closer to Kelly, trying to be inconspicuous in the way his knee was gently moving forward enough to now be touching her inner thighs. He told her not to panic when he opened his hand, and as his fingers rolled out, a huge bumblebee was walking about his wet palm, looking confused. "They don't have a mating sound, per se ... but they fly in a radically different pattern, to demonstrate their desire for a mating partner ... so ... the sound is distinct, if you know what you're looking for."

The bee suddenly lifted up and away, leaving the two humans staring at one another, their faces just a foot apart. He looked into her eyes for a long moment, adding softly, "It's spring time. What do you do to demonstrate that you're looking to mate...?"

His lips spread slowly into a knowing smile. If that wasn't a 'come on' ... I don't know what will be.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I could hear the differences," Kelly agreed, smiling slightly. "Summer had the birds and crickets all day and all night, each finding reasons to keep me awake." She laughed a bit with that, quirking a brow as he gave the full rundown of creatures that could have added to the song she knew so well as a teen. When he suddenly jumped up out of the water, however, it spooked her, sitting up a bit herself....

And spotting what was below the water.
Carson, quick! There's a giant snake in the water!

She quickly looked back up as he stooped down, resuming his seat and slowly opening his hand with a whisper. The large bee stumbled on his palm, Kelly looking back at his face in surprise. He'd just reached up and plucked that thing from the air like that?! "Amazing," She whispered softly, watching as it regained itself and buzzed off.

Her gaze returned to him, a faint smile staying on her lips as he studied her, a brow raising at his question.

"What... do I do...."
Kelly raised a wet finger to lightly tap against her chin, pondering this a moment, then gave an affirming nod. "I do believe I do this." She leaned forward quickly, her lips finding his with a firm kiss. Parting her own gently, her tongue ran against his lower lip, her hand coming to rest against his shoulder to help pull herself closer to him, her legs surrounding that knee that had come in so closely. A little moan was left against his mouth, Kelly slowly starting to pull back as her heart seemed to be beating in her ears. Still lingering incredibly close, the tip of her own nose barely keeping a distance from his, she gave another smile. "Think it would work?"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Think it would work?" she asked.

Carson answered her by raising, then lowering his left leg so that both of her knees were now outside his. He reached down under the water to her buttocks and, grasping the mud-covered skin of them, pulled her swiftly into his lap until their bellies were pressing together and her thighs were wrapped around his waist.

As he pressed his mouth firmly to hers, returning her sexy kiss with an even more erotic one, he was very aware of the pressure of their groins squeezing his erection against her neatly trimmed pussy. His dick twinged with excitement as he shifted her against him, feeling the folds of her pussy against his shaft...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kelly moaned again as he returned the kiss, her arms wrapping about his neck as he pulled them closer together. Her lips claimed against his, her tongue trailing out in search of a dance, the realization on just how long it had been since a man had kissed her, let alone....

She gasped softly as his length crept against her, pushing in greeting beneath the water, as if wanting to be acknowleged as well. Her one arm left from behind his neck, her fingers tracing down his throat, his shoulder, to rake her nails over his chest. The water was certainly warm, but she was shivering against him.

Her lips left his slowly, a lingering nip taken against the lower as she moved. "You do realize this is crazy, right?," she asked softly, though her hand dipped beneath the water, her fingers searching out between them to find the head of his member, stroking it gently in her palm as her hips rocked in his lap.

"I don't intend to stop. Just... Just saying," she added with a purr, nipping gently at the man's neck. She wanted to touch him, everywhere. Be sure that the man was truly there, that this was indeed real. Some insanely realistic dream? Better make the best of it now, before you wake up.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Don't stop, then," he whispered in reassurance. As he rocked his hips back and forth, urging her to turn her playful teasing of his erection into a stoking motion, he slipped his hands from outside her thighs to underneath, grasping her buttocks from below. He pulled her closer still, and up, placing the head of his penis nearer her soft lips and begged, "Put me in you, Kelly. I want in you. I want to feel you ... to have you feel me."

As his body urged her in one direction, he dropped his mouth to her long neck and kissed her passionately. He was so horny for her; the rapidity with which they were moving only made him want her even more. The unexpected passion for and from this unknown woman ...

... as well as the thoughts that her daughter would probably be just as passionate the next time they met. How can you think that...? he was chastising himself. You're fucking her mother ... and all you can think of is fucking her next. There's something wrong with you.

But there was nothing wrong with this of course. This ... this was just right...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kelly looked down at her neighbor as he held her tightly against him, staring into his eyes a brief moment as he pleaded for her not to stop, and to just give in- Just let him in. She hesitated at first, though the beautiful feeling of him teasing against her, pressing upward, rubbing along her aching folds- it was certainly a compelling argument for her doubts. The passionate kisses against her neck brought a groan to her lips, her eyes closing as her head fell back, finally giving in.

Her hips rose up in the water, repositioning herself against his lap as her knees sunk into the murk beneath him, almost seeming to help bring her back down against him. Her small moans from his kiss were certainly not the same as the one that left her as he slowly pressed into her, her fingers latching into his hair as she clung to him. "Oh- Oh, fuck- Carson-," She hissed out, realizing just how much she had missed the feel of a cock filling her.

It made her suddenly ache for more. So much more.
Rocking her hips downward, she let him fill her completely, groaning as she felt him buried far inside. Slowly, she started to slip back up from his lap, delicately lowering once more, a deliberate almost painfully slow process that left her biting her lip and staring at him. "I want... to- to know every inch of you," She breathed, leaning down to kiss against his jawline, creeping up his cheek to find his ear. Lingering nips were given against it as she slid down on him once again, the purr of her voice buried into the shell of his ear. "Feel every little vein of you bury into me... It's been forever since a man fucked me, Carson- I hope you don't regret this... But I really, really need this..."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Kelly rose in the water, shifting her body, placing him ... then lowered herself upon him with a deep groan. "Oh- Oh, fuck- Carson-,"

He entered her slowly ... and difficultly; the presumably-30-something mother-of-two felt as tight as Carson would have expected her 18 year old little girl to be, making him wonder just how long it had been since she'd had anything but perhaps her own fingers inside her swollen lips.

He gave out a slow, deep groan of his own when at last he hit bottom, shifting his groin and grasping her buttocks, pulling their bodies tightly together, to get every bit of him deep into her.

Carson could have remained right there, up to the hilt inside her warmth, for hours. Then, Kelly lifted herself from him, slipping him out of her ever so slowly. He looked up into her face and saw a mix of pain and pleasure. It HAS been a while, hasn't it, Baby...? As he watched her lower herself again upon him, he tried to remember the last time that he'd been laid ... and couldn't. Too long, obviously. But that didn't matter now; all that mattered now ... was now, being inside this beautiful, passionate woman.

As she told him what she wanted, he began coordinating his hands and groin and every muscle to give her what she wanted. He began slowly with her, pulling his dick from her nearly out, then slipping back inside her till their bodies were pressed tightly together again. She winced a bit as he drilled deeply, but after several, meaningful strokes, seemed to be accepting his tad-beyond-average length and girth within her.

She felt good, wrapped about his shaft ... so good that Carson was already sensing his own orgasm building within him. He urged himself silently, Not yet, damn it! Not yet! Ladies first is the rule. Ladies first is ALWAYS the rule.

As he stroked faster and firmer, beginning to slam their groins together, causing each of them to emit noises that this part of the forest hadn't heard in years, he realized that his rule just simply wasn't within reach today. It had been too long for Carson; and Kelly simply felt too good; and the passion of the situation was simply overwhelming.

As he felt his climax building, he hurried his pounding within Kelly, hoping beyond hope that she might cum with him. The finish came to him, the ecstasy surging toward him like a speeding train until...

"Oooooooohhhh....! he groaned loudly, his head thrown back as the orgasm claimed him. He reached to the small of her back and pulled her hard to him, burying himself as deep inside her as he'd been thus far and simply remained pressed inside her as his dick jerked within her, expelling it load in powerful twinges...

 

[Mephistophelily]

His hands gripping at her, keeping her pulled down against him as she moved in the water, trying to take every sensation she could from this- Kelly was trembling now, panting softly in his ear as she leaned against his shoulder. Far, far too long, she realized as her neighbor's cock buried back into her and drew a deep groan from her lips.

He took momentum, guiding her up and back down against him, thrusting up into her body that ached with the remembrance of a good fuck was like. He was certainly surpassing her old memories- her body rode between bliss and pain as he stretched and filled her, groans of ecstasy leaving her before nipping down onto his shoulder. Her arms wrapped about his neck, his heavy thrusts coming deeper and faster now. "Nnngh- Yes, Fuck me, Carson-!," She hissed into his ear, her own hips matching his pistoning motions as she groaned, panting heavily as he continued.

God, he felt too good. Each motion driving so hard into her, her sex gripping and aching for more, desperate for the relief he could bring her, her heavy moans echoing from the trees as that wonderful driving need poured through her. She was close, so unbelievably close- She sat up a bit, grasping hold of his shoulders and looking at him as she panted and rode down against him. His own features held the look of a man determined, nearly at his own limit as beads of sweat ran his forehead from both the heat of the water and their actions. She whined out once more, her teeth catching her lip as it all felt to be hitting so close- so very very close and-

"Ohh-OHHH-Carsonnnn-!," She howled out in bliss, the waves of pleasure hitting her hard and causing her to fall back slightly, his hands catching her and keeping her pulled tightly to him. His cock buried deeply into her, her own walls clutching at him tightly as spasms of her orgasm rode through. She could barely breathe, collapsing against the man's chest and groaning once more as he continued to shiver inside her, each little motion causing a tiny reaction of her own.

"Oh god...," She breathed out softly, her eyes closed.
They slowly opened after a moment.
Realization.

"Oh.... god."
Not exactly the same tone as used moments before...

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson clutched Kelly to him tightly with no intention of letting go soon, as if a small child fearful of a parent snatching away a treasured blankie. As his heart pounded through the ecstasy, he tried in desperation to remember the last time he'd felt so ... so good ... and couldn't. The feel of this woman -- her still-sexy body, and that wonderful pussy he was so deep inside -- and the unexpected suddenness with which they had come together in one another's arms was simply unbelievable.

And Carson had no intention of letting it end with just one orgasm. He caressed his hands from her buttocks up her back, bringing one forward to grope a breast as the other slipped up to her head, his fingers intertwining with her hair and manipulating her head so he could press his mouth hard to hers. When their lips parted he begged, "Come home with me. Come to my bed..."

(OOC -- PM coming your way.)

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kelly's mind was racing as she came down off of that blissful high, still feeling him inside her, still resting against his chest. What... what had she just done...? She only knew this man for a matter of hours... Yes, he was charming and amazing and oh my GOD he knew how to make love- but... but was this really such a good idea? What on Earth would the kids think, finding out their mother was screwing the man out back?

Oh, good news, Jo- I met your friend Mister Carson today. It seems we actually share the property, he lives in that cabin, and he fucked your mother!

It wasn't like she needed to tell them...

She closed her eyes, shivering once again, soon finding Carson's hands roaming against her heated flesh. One rested against her breast, fingers teasing along her skin, as the other came to guide her head back to his lips. A heavy, longing kiss claimed her mouth, the passion behind this man pouring from that moment. She groaned softly against his lips, shuddering as he spoke against hers. A pleading request....

"Carson, I...I don't...," She started, hesitating. She wasn't sure what to think of this. It really was insane, something she'd deemed to herself a good 5 times now. His hands continued to roam, as if hoping to pull the answer he wished from the rest of her body. Another weak groan came from her lips, her forehead coming to rest against his. God, he made it so hard to think. To even try to come up with reasons not to... to....

She nodded slowly. "Back to your place," She agreed softly, her hands roaming against his chest, up to his neck, his chin, cupping it in her palms and kissing him. Her tongue danced against his lips, pushing inside to lap against his, beckoning for him to join her. Slowly, she pulled from his lap, a tiny moan leaving her as she found herself without his heat and fullness.

The water rinsed off most of the muddy mess she had become during their... events... as she moved up out of the heated spring, glancing back at him with a smile as she plucked her dress and shoes from the grass. Not bothering to put them back on, she waited for him as he pulled from the water himself, leading the way back to his cabin. She felt like a teenager with their rushed motions, the stifled giggles, the momentary stops for gropes and kisses, fondlings and whispers...

Her back hit the door as they arrived back at his cabin, a flailing of hands to find the doorknob as she kissed him again. More of that feeling of a hormone driven teen, the ache of a woman left too long without something she hadn't realized she missed. "I need you again, Carson, please...," She whispered out in a heavy voice, her hand clutching at the back of his neck as the other held to his side.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

The playfulness of the run through the forest -- with most of their clothes not on them but clutched in their hands -- continued inside Carson's cabin. They embraced tightly, kissing fiercely as they stripped away shoes and pulled away one another's undergarments. He lifted Kelly from the floor, clutching her ass tightly as she wrapped her legs about him, laughing as he hurried her across the room to collapse upon his creaky old brass bed.

Carson was beside himself in joy. He hadn't expected such life and passion from this woman, this divorcee, this mother of two teenagers still only in the first days of beginning an all new life. Wasn't she supposed to be stressed out and uptight...? Particularly after learning she had a strange man living practically out the back door of the home she'd barely begun unpacking boxes within.

Instead of a whacked out suburbanite desperate for the latest of depression-fighting pills, he found a fiery lover full of life ... full of eagerness to live that life...

They made love for what seemed hours, sometimes with ferocity, other times with pure gentleness; they mussed the bed, tearing away the sweat-dampened sheets as they rolled off to continue on the thick shag carpet that dated to Carson's youth. They would orgasm -- alone, together -- then move about the small home, making love sometimes with hands or fingers, atop the dresser ... the kitchen table ... the bed again.

And with the passion came laughter -- usually following another impossible orgasm -- that would end with them pulling one another close ... cuddling to deep, euphoric breaths ... before starting once again...



Carson stood at the kitchen counter, naked, his worn out penis hanging limp before him. He sipped at the tall glass of cold water, watching Kelly's chest rise and fall slowly with her eased breathing below a fresh sheet. He wasn't sure how long they had slept in one another's arms; it was early in the evening and the sun was beginning to fall behind Kelly's home, but since he didn't know how much of that time had been their passion-fest and how much of it had been a much needed recuperating sleep...

Unbelievable, he mused. He honestly couldn't remember ever having enjoyed sex so much in his entire life. Oh, he'd had more phenomenal orgasms ... he'd had longer fuck sessions ... he'd done things more creative or experimental or socially inappropriate. But ... he'd never enjoyed himself as much as he had this day. Kelly was pure passion; even when they were simply laying in one another's arms, catching their breaths, her hands and lips and legs were against him or caressing him or simply pressed to him in a way that hardened him, excited him to yearning for the next round.

He was already anxiously awaiting the next time they'd be naked with one another...

He crossed to the bed slowly, stepping left, then right to avoid the floor boards that had for as long as he'd lived here had their own unique, and sometimes annoyingly loud squeaks. At the bed, he reached down and took hold of the sheet covering his landlady's body. Gently ... slowly ... he pulled it back, revealing her full breasts, causing her nipples to harden even more than they already were to the chill in the air. He continued pulling the sheet off her, exposing her narrow waist ... her shapely hips ... her neatly shaved pussy.

Subconsciously, Kelly reached for the disappearing bedding, her sleeping mind aware that cold was claiming her. She managed to catch the edge of the sheet, slowing its departure from her form. Carson smiled, playfully tugging it loose from her.

Kelly's eyes opened -- or half so -- and after a moment a slight smile appeared on her lips. Carson wondered whether it was realization of where she was, remembrance of what she'd just done, maybe even some understanding of what it might mean in the near or distant future.

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But he didn't have long to wonder...

... as a tentative knock came at the cabin's door, followed quickly by Jordan's inquiry, "Carson...? Are you home...?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kelly had never met any man like Carson. From his tour of the woods, the amazing spring he had shown her, and then what happened at that spring- It all seemed more and more like those stories she read of her mother's. A woman lost on love, wrapped up in the whirlwind of a mysterious stranger that made her feel incredible. And that was certainly what Carson had done; Kelly felt unimaginable with him.

What he did upon returning to that cabin... what they both did... it was all things Kelly had only fantasized about... Raw passion, unplanned, nearly destructive in its path. She had felt things shoved aside as he pressed her onto his table, his counter... The animalistic growls and groans that left them both as they continued. Hard and demanding, passionate and loving- he ran th whole spectrum with her, Kelly taking control herself a number of times, grabbng, biting, words she'd never user before pouring from her lips as she rode him, or clung to his bed, or his counter, table-

She'd never done so much in one afternoon.
Never with a man with such passion. Her ex had been her first, her only, until now. She had no idea...
He gave her experience she never knew, an outlet for things she wished to try. A man who left her content, and exhausted.

She fell asleep against him in his bed, blissful and smiling.
The chill of cool air against her skin woke her, hazily opening her eyes to find him smirking at her with the sheet in his hand. The glimmer in his own eyes spoke enough without words leaving his lips. "Y'know, this could make a very interesting... rental agreement..." She smiled coyly with that, her nude form rising up from the bed to slowly start crawling across it towards him. " What say we work out those little..kinks?" Spurred out a little laugh,smirking up at him-

Only to pale and stare in horror as her daughter's voice came from the door.
Oh no. Ohhh no oh no no no.

"Carson? I was just- Have you seen my mother at all? I've been home a few hours now and just haven't seen her... I'm getting a bit worried... Did she walk by at all?"

She quickly mouthed at him to get rid of her, buy her time to get back to the house... She had lost al track of time...

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Carson...?" Jordan called out, exploding the panic -- in both Carson and Kelly -- upon them like a nighttime tsunami crashing upon the shore. "I was just- Have you seen my mother at all...?"

Instinctively, Carson reached out and grabbed Kelly at the waist, pulling her to him and away from the little window next to the door. He didn't know if Jordan was the type to peep into someone else's home, but he wouldn't have blamed her if she did; she'd been there once before, they'd discussed her sex life, for crying out loud, so it wasn't like she was some trespasser looking for a home to loot.

"I've been home a few hours now," she continued, her voice seeming to waiver, though Carson wasn't certain whether she was in fact now at the window or whether it was just his panic. "...and just haven't seen her... I'm getting a bit worried... Did she walk by at all?"

Kelly mouthed to Carson to get rid of her daughter, to buy her time to get back to the house. Carson's eyebrow's raised and he gestured about the little cabin and whispered, "There's only the one door. Unless you want to climb out the bathroom window--"

Then another thought hit him and he pointed here and there, to her scattered cloths, and nearly cracked up laughing. He gestured her to settle and lifted a finger to his lips, signalling her to stay quiet, then called out, "Give me a minute, Jordan. I just got out of-- Shit! he thought, realizing that he wreaked of sweat and other bodily fluids ... not all his. "I was just getting into the shower."

He stepped out from between Kelly -- who, even with her fair skin was white and seriously looked like she was about to faint -- and sauntered across the room, still naked, to his closet ... fully aware that he would be in full view of the little window by the door.

He didn't look back to see if the teenager was looking in -- and getting an eyeful. He was killing two birds with one stone in a way: he knew Kelly couldn't see the window from where she stood, so she would only think he was trying to help her and wouldn't know whether or not Carson was being inappropriate or not with Jordan; and, simultaneously, he was -- or would be, assuming she was at the glass -- giving the young woman a taste of what was coming to her...

...for despite the unbelievable day he'd spent with Kelly ... Carson still had every intention of nailing her little girl as well.

He pulled a pair of jeans and, without donning his underwear of choice, slipped them on, quickly adding an unbuttoned tee shirt and slip on sandals. He made his way to the door, still not looking to the window, and -- once out of view of the portal -- gestured Kelly to stay put and whispered, "I'll take her on a walk to the lake on the far side of the woods. There're kids there she'll like."

He swung the door open without waiting for Kelly's response and stepped out onto the porch, leaving his shirt flapping in the early evening breeze. He smiled broadly, saying, "Hi! Nice to see you again."

He quickly took her elbow and urged her off the porch, saying, "Hey, instead of a shower, maybe I should just jump in the lake. Have you been to the lake yet...?"

(OOC -- If Jordan agrees to head for the lake, feel free to write as much of them heading off into the woods as you want.)

 

[Mephistophelily]

Kelly cradled into his arms as he pulled her to him, her heart pounding into his bare chest. Even in the midst of the panic of her daughter spotting them, the smell of his skin drew her in even closer, a gentle breath taken of him as she sighed softly.

Not now, she scolded herself. Good lord, not now-!

He whispered down to her on the lack of escape route, the only possible way to get out with the girl up front being to go out his bathroom window. But there was still the matter of her clothing- something he also pointed out with a rather sheepish smirk. She frowned again, trying to figure out what to do. If Jordan spotted her fleeing in just her panties, there was sure to be questions later-!

"Give me a minute, Jordan. I just got out of-- I was just getting into the shower."

She stared at him, her eyes wide and her face even paler than it was a moment ago. He was going to let her in?! He simply walked past her, giving her another redirection away from the window's view, and slipped toward his closet. Kelly slipped down to settle on the floor, nervously resting her fingers against her lips.


Jordan, however, heard his voice, peeking in through the window to find him. At first it was simply his chest- and then a realization that he was not dressed at all. Jordan drew a sharp breath, her eyes widening. Oh, good god. She swallowed hard, spotting the certainly noticeable endowment of her new neighbor... giving a tiny squeak and quickly pulling away from the glass as she noticed his new direction. He was coming right towards her-! If he saw her peeking, he'd think she was some kind of pervert...


Kelly nodded slowly from the floor as he softly explained his plan, pulling her legs in tightly behind the view of the door as he slipped outside. She was shaking from the fear of being spotted, but smiling like a fool. This was... a rush. Insanity, but a rush. Maybe, at some point, she could tell Jordan on her current- situation with Carson.
Just... not... right now. Her nude mother wrapped in the arms of the neighbor guy wasn't exactly the best way to tell her.


Jordan smiled as Carson came outside, her tongue unintentionally running along her lips as she took in his form once again. Sure, he was clothed now, but after seeing exactly what he had hiding under there- Hard not to keep seeing it. "H-Hi...," She stumbled out, her eyebrows shooting up as he took her arm and led her from the porch. "Lake? But- What about my mom? I was looking for her, and..."

He smiled again, a sidelong glance that seemed to just kill the words she was trying to use. It suddenly made her wonder if that was how he killed the rabbits and squirrels he mentioned using as food- a charming smirk that just sent them into shock?

"I could... just... send her a text," She replied slowly, drawing her phone from her pocket as they headed towards the woods. "Eric's still at the house with Tori... They can keep an eye out for her too..."


Kelly peered out the window as she heard the trailing off of her daughter's voice, hastily pulling her undergarments and dress back on. That had been far, far too close. Sighing hard, she made her way out of the cabin, rushing back for the main house- and sure enough, her cell phone chirped out on receiving a text. Mom- With Carson. BBL. U ok? Couldn't find u.

"Mmmph..." Kelly smiled dreamily, recalling her afternoon with the man. Sorry sweetie, was out handling some property issues. I'm fine and everything's worked out. Have fun!



Jordan's phone chirped off as they walked, the girl's hand clicking open her phone as she rolled her eyes. "Oh, I hate it when she uses the smiley so much... But I found her. Says she got everything cleared up on the property lines too. Oh good, I was really worried that was going to be something bad for you. Looks like it all worked out!" She smiled up at him.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"I could... just... send her a text," Jordan replied tentatively as Carson continued to guide her down the path, away from his house and her mother. "Eric's still at the house with Tori... They can keep an eye out for her too..."


He turned away for a moment as he smirked, thinking, Tori, huh? Maybe we should text her about a three-way. Hell, invite Eric, too. The more the merrier!

He chuckled -- short and only barely noticeable -- and when Jordan glanced up from tapping into her phone, he just shrugged and said softly, "Happy day. It's beautiful out."

He looked away again, realizing that he was blushing. Blushing wasn't something Carson did often. It was often a physical reaction to embarrassment or shame or inappropriate desire ... and he seldom suffered from any of these feelings. What he was suffering from right now was ego! He'd just had the fuck of his life, and all he could think of was giving this teenager the same.

Jordan's phone sounded. Carson glanced down at it, wondering what Kelly was saying but, with Jordan holding it the way she was, all he could see was the words Have fun! near the bottom. Again, he smiled, thinking, I think I can arrange the opportunity for that ... mom.



The walk was quick, down a trail that cut directly across the woods as opposed to the one he and Kelly had used to circle the woods that morning. As they approached the intersection with the path that led to the hot spring, Carson slowed a bit, contemplating, then thought, No fucking way, man. You need to keep some separation between these two!

They burst out of the forest at the lake edge. In contrast to what he'd told Kelly -- that there would be lots of kids Jordan's age here that she could meet and maybe get to know -- the bank was deserted, and for good reason. The nearest road was three quarters of a mile away, and despite the fact that there was a trail that connected the road to this section of the lake, there was no parking area back at the highway, there was poison oak throughout the woods the path cut through, and -- a rumor that Carson began himself -- there was supposed to be an old homeless pervert living under a green plastic tarp somewhere along the path as well.

Despite the fact that the entire lake was open to the public, Carson had only seen anyone in this area perhaps four or five times in his life time. This was, essentially, his lake shore, for more than half a mile in each direction.

He gave Jordan a moment to look about and make her comments, then stripped his shirt off and tossed it over a tree limb. Facing her, he unbuckled his jeans and parted the zipper just enough to give a hint of the mass of black hair there, then said, "I really need to wash up. Cutting wood all morning ... sweaty ... dirty--" He made a twirling gesture with an extended finger, finishing, "Do you mind. I'm not wearing any underwear."

 

[Mephistophelily]

The trail was winding, a bit out of the way... Jordan was starting to wonder if he was leading her in circles- a bit curious on if he had actually managed to get himself lost in the woods they shared. She giggled at the thought, holding to his hand as he finally pushed through some of the bushes, leading her out along the lake's shore.

"Ohhhh...." She smiled brightly, peering down the sandy pathway. "I had no idea it was so close-! I could walk back here all the time! A nice midnight swim..."

She paused, glancing over as he tossed his shirt onto a nearby branch. Her face blushed slightly, trying to decide if turning away or toward was the better option here.... His pants were already starting to come undone, Jordan not meaning to let her gaze fall to the parting teeth of his zipper- and realizing that there was nothing else providing any cover below that. Her gaze quickly shot back up to his face, reddening a bit more as he explained his need for a dip in the water. "Oh. Um- Right. S-sorry." She quickly turned around, biting her lips together as she heard the rustling of his falling jeans. She closed her eyes, shifting a bit at the complete imagery that played out in her mind, recalling what she had accidentally spied back at his house.

He's right behind you. With that... fully exposed... Oh god, you're going to be standing right at the shore while he SWIMS AROUND like that...

She started to think she should go home. Just run. Haul ass home and just hide there. He had told her she was too young for him... and this was only making the frustrated virgin even more frustrated.

Problem was.... she couldn't remember how to get back to the house. She needed him to get there! And certainly blurting out that she was too horny to be here was NOT going to go over very well-!

"So how's the water?," She called out, trying to hide the crack in her voice as best she could as the sound of his motions into the lake were heard behind her. "Am I, um... safe to turn around now?"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Water's fine," Carson responded, telling her it was safe to turn. He wasn't sure whether he should be surprised that she hadn't tried to peek. She was just 18. And he was a stranger still, neighbors or not. Sure, they'd discussed her virginity and his desire to be the one to claim it, but for all he knew, she'd wised up and that was over. He lowered himself until his head disappeared below the surface, then -- smoothing his long locks back as he resurfaced -- rose up out of the three foot deep water, exposing his body to well below his belly button but not quite to the curly bush of brown below. He smiled and encouraged her, "Come on in. I won't look."

Then, before she could answer, he turned and dove -- fully exposing his bared, muscular ass as he did -- out into the deeper water to await her hoped-for arrival.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Jordan grinned as he responded back, slowly turning back around. Her throat caught a bit as she took him in- standing there drenched in the water, dripping wet and letting it run down that amazing body of his. Every droplet reflected in the setting sun, Jordan amazed at every little crevice of his muscles they seemed to find. Of course the lake was finding a way to provide covering enough to keep him hidden- but she had seen enough to.... to not help at all in the situation.

"Come on in. I won't look."

"Um."
Jordan simply stared at him for a moment, an exasperated sigh leaving her as he dove further into the water. "Oh come on...," She whimpered softly, biting at her lip. "That's just... damn... That's not fair at all..."

Starting to strip off her own shorts, she watched as he swam a bit further out, his back still facing away. She took off her tank top as well, tossing it onto the same tree his own shirt was hanging from, leaving the blue panties and bra as a makeshift bikini to join him. She was still a bit hesitant to go too far in showing herself to him- after all, the whole conversation of the other night was still a bit- awkward. Oh, it wasn't that she still didn't want to. Carson was her idea of the perfect man for her first time... experienced, gentle yet strong... and insanely handsome. Who wouldn't want that to be their first time's memory?

Wading out a bit into the water, she soon was swimming as well, coming to join him in the deeper waters. "It's nice out here," She agreed softly, her hands moving slightly to help keep her afloat. "Seems really private, too... Do you come out here a lot?"

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Seems really private, too," Jordan asked. Do you come out here a lot?"

"I do," he said, turning to swim back toward her. As he neared her, he slowed, testing the bottom and finding it just shallow enough for him to stand in the thick mud, while the shorter Jordan continued to tread in the water that was just a few inches deeper than she was tall. He let his eyes drop conspicuously to ogle the the hardened nipples surging forward through the wet bra, just far enough below the surface to allow her to claim innocence but just high enough to add a tinge of eroticism to their situation. He feigned a frown of disappointment, complaining, "You're still dressed. Not fair."

One of Jordan's treading moves failed her a bit, and she dropped almost to her chin for a moment.

"Whoa, careful!" Carson said, chuckling as he reached out under the water quickly, thinking to catch her around the small of her back and keep her afloat. He pulled her quickly and tightly to him, ignoring the fact that his hand was firmly upon a shapely buttock, not her back. "I gotcha, Jordan."

He looked deep into her eyes as he held her, his second hand moving to her side just below her rib cage. He knew he should probably readjust his lower hand to a more appropriate location ... but he didn't...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Jordan started to laugh as he teased her, sticking her tongue out. "Hey, come on now, who knows what kind of perverts are out here wandering- and they'll see you before they see me!" She giggled a bit again, her falter coming from her laughter.

Gasping as he caught her before she fell too far, she clung about his neck and pulled in close. "S-Sorry," She stammered out, letting out a long breath. "Guess that's a bit deeper than I thought...."

His hand kept a tight grip on her as she stabled her slightly spooked breath, glancing up at him as he reassured her that he wouldn't let her fall. She smiled a bit, realizing just where his hand had caught her. Ohhh, this wasn't helping at all with what she had been thinking yesterday...

His eyes were studying hers. Was he trying to see if she was okay?
"I'm... I'm alright. Really. It just kinda... I wasn't expecting that and..." She trailed off, her gaze falling to take in all of his features. Mmmf. Seriously? Did he have to hold her this close?

Her arms were still about his neck, no longer the grip of the 'scared girl almost drowning', but as someone who simply didn't want to let go, to enthralled with being this close to a man she'd developed such a crush on. "Carson, I... um..."

She gave a tiny little whimper, suddenly deciding to kiss him. Her arms pulled closely about his neck, her lips coming to rest heavily against his. Did he still think she was just some little kid? She hoped not- she hoped maybe this could convince him otherwise... Her tongue slipped from between her lips, gingerly giving tiny licks against his. She'd never even really kissed a guy too deeply before- her last boyfriend thought that quick pecks to the cheek and sudden sloppy smooches were the idea of passion.

She wasn't even sure if she was doing it right...
"I want to show you I'm not a child, Carson," She whispered, closing her eyes as her lips stayed so close to his.