Sexual Acquisitions

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

As quickly as the wall was built was as quickly it came tumbling down. The kiss did it for her. No, it wasn’t a kiss. It was a cosmic force that came crashing down on her and took her away into another world at light speed. One that she had never known but had always had hoped and dreamt.

Jessie stood immobilized and seeing stars as Chase’s soft lips took her breath away. She leaned in for more but he backed away so quickly leaving her dizzy and confused and wondering if she had imagined it all. The soft moan escaping her blushing lips confirmed otherwise.

He stood over her with his green eyes questioning and mouth moving. Jessie couldn’t hear a thing. It took a few long moments for the words to reach her. Then the realization hit her. Chase wanted to leave. Humiliation kicked in as Jessie’s heart fell to her stomach as the tears started to well up blinding out the soft question in his eyes. Control, control, control yourself, Jessie. Don’t let him get to you.

A switch clicked on. Anger seethed in. Her usually brown eyes turned into a boiling black pot of oil. Somehow, he had sweet talked his way into her house, into her kitchen, and kissed her. And now he wants to leave? This is it, the last straw. The last time he will play with her emotions.

“Yes, I think you better.”

Chase jumped back from the impact of her low and harsh tone spewing between gritted teeth. His bewildered look was lost in the rage of her madness. Jessie almost knocked him backwards as she passed him and led him to the door. All Chase could do was follow in a daze. Had he mistaken her? What went wrong? Was it something he said?

Jessie opened the door with a flourish. Her jaw was locked in angry determination. Chase walked slowly, stopped before her and opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. As soon as his second foot landed on her wooden deck, the door slammed behind him making him scramble quickly to his lonely car.

The night was long, too long. Jessie stomped around the house in her pajamas, muttering incoherently, and cursing Chase. She tried to read a book to settle her mind. But it didn’t work. Her thoughts churned and replayed the night’s events. The way he was looking at her. Speaking to her. Touching her. She was sure he was interested. Until the kiss. The kiss changed everything.

Well, hell hath no fury like the woman scorned. This is the last time; Jessie will allow him to play with her emotions. Sometime during the wee morning hour, Jessie’s eyes dreaming of his soft lips.

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

It was more disappointment than anything else that Chase felt as he stood on Jessie’s porch, the sound of the door slam ringing in his ears. He had been prepared to pull her into his arms, sweep the counter clear of all the ingredients and utensils, and set her sweet butt up in their place and make love to her had she so much as given him the right cue. Maybe she hadn’t understood him correctly; maybe she was afraid of what might have happened next; or maybe he was simply being too subtle to make the impression on her that he truly desired.

Whatever the answers were, he shrugged and headed off into the night, his mind churning through the day ahead. He was looking forward to exchanging this bulky black Lincoln for one of his own personal vehicles that was being brought over in the morning. He sat up for an hour or two lost in thought. Stepping out onto the concrete excuse for a balcony he wondered about Miss Jessie Curry and why she had affected him this way. After turning in, his sleep came shallow and fitful and he awoke earlier than expected, but at that moment he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

As requested the day before, the driver showed up promptly after breakfast with one of Chase’s favorite cars. Handing over the keys, they took a quick review as they walked around the chartreuse Cadillac. The red leather stood out in stark contrast, the dark brown top had been folded neatly and the boot snapped into place.

“There was a squeak in the left front the last time we had this out,” Chase noted. “Has that been looked at?”

“Sure thing, Mr. W.,” said John, the head mechanic of his restoration shop. “We had to make an adjustment on the kingpin bushings and lubed everything up. Fresh oil, clean filters, everything as you requested the last time. She ran like a top on the drive up. A great road car.”

“Yes it is,” Chase remarked. “That’s why I have it in the collection.”

“Say, Dick told me that you’re staying up here for a few days, is that right?”

“Yes, I want to spend a few days here,” Chase replied.

“Well, just remember that the Grand Classic is coming up this next weekend,” John reminded. “Are you going to be back for that.”

“I may,” Chase said dreamily. “But you know what I want to take just in case I don't make it back in time. The Pierce, the Franklin and the Duesenberg.”

“Got you, Mr. W.”

After bidding goodbye, Chase slipped behind the wheel, savoring the squeak and scent of the clean red leather. The fine old V-8 rumbled to life and he pulled it around to the front drive. He recalled seeing a charming old Bed and Breakfast nearer downtown, in fact, it lay on the road to Jessie’s place. So after he checked out and stowed his bags, he headed for downtown Northwood and parked in front of the florist’s shop.

“What is that you want, sir?” asked the clerk, a charming petite little woman.

“One long-stemmed American Beauty rose today, two tomorrow, three the next day and so forth until you hear from me,” Chase repeated.

“And you want these delivered to Miss Curry’s house?”

“Um, yes,” he said impatiently.

“Do you want to send a card?”

“No. No card.”

“No identification with it?”

“None,” he replied.

“That is so romantic,” the older woman giggled.

After Chase had settled up with her, he went next door to the drugstore, but as he entered he virtually ran into young Jenny who was on her way out. She looked delicious in a pair of short shorts and a snug little cropped top.

“Why, hello again, Chase,” she said with a lovely flirtatious smile.

“Good morning,” Chase greeted her.

“So how did you like Jessie’s apple turnovers?”

“Well, we actually never got them made,” he replied sheepishly.

“Oh, so your evening went that well?” she exclaimed. “My, oh my!”

“It’s not what you think, Jenny,” he protested.

Just at that moment, a dark Jeep came flying up and screeched to a halt nearby. The familiar figure of Jessie Curry jumped out and strode quickly to the five and dime ignoring the couple that she passed by. Jenny watched as Jessie disappeared into the dime store and then glanced back to Chase with question marks written all over her face. He simply shrugged his shoulders.

“My, oh my,” Jenny giggled.

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

Morning arrived too soon. The sound of a key turning in the door startled Jessie from a disturbing dream of a recognizable face and into an upright position.

“What’s wrong, Jessie?” Cried out Laura. This is the first time she woke Jessie. Usually, Jessie is dressed and had the house prepared for the first arrival. Instead, Jessie was sitting upright, face ashen, hair disheveled, and wearing an alarmed mask.

“What time is it?” Jessie glanced at the antique grandfather clock and saw it was already 7 am. She jumped up to her two feet in panic tossing the antique patched quilt and matching pillow onto the floor haphazardly.

“Oh no! I must have overslept. Give me 15 minutes.” She cried out as she bolted towards the privacy of her bedroom leaving Laura shaking her head in bewilderment. She picked up Jessie’s personal belongings muttering, “What is with her?” Laura lips drew into a thin line as she stepped into the kitchen and saw the remnants of last night’s events. “I swear I don’t know what comes over that girl sometimes.”

The day didn’t get any better. Jessie couldn’t stop thinking about Chase and how quickly he rejected her, and how he wanted to leave. The more she thought about him, the angrier she became. Jessie’s bad temperament affected the children. They seemed unusually tiresome and every sound out of their innocent lips was whines and cries. After snapping at one of Jessie’s favorite little girl asking an innocent question, Laura stepped in and suggested in a stern voice with an equally stern stare. “Jessie, why don’t you run to the store and pick up some Band-Aids. Little Peter seems to be falling all day and I’m afraid our short supply won’t be able to cover his clumsiness.”

Jessie’s head jerked back at the hard glint in Laura’s eyes. She nodded slowly. Yes, she needed a break. She wasn’t doing anyone any good being there. In fact, she was the cause of the unruliness. She needed fresh air to clear her head. She had to shake Chase from haunting her thoughts.

It worked until she saw them from a distance. They made a handsome couple. Chase so tall and trim seemed enchanted by the attention of a beautiful vibrant Jenny. Whatever he was saying made Jenny grin from ear to ear. Jenny awarded him by leaning in closer allowing him a peek at her youthful cleavage.

“They should go to a motel room.” Jessie muttered under her breath. “Just ignore them. They deserve each other.” Her mood changed drastically at the thought of them together. An evil smile formed on her lips. Yes, they deserve each other. He is rich and shallow, the kind of man Jenny is dying to leach onto to save her from this town and she is young, beautiful, and would make a perfect trophy girlfriend to stand by him in the city.

She ignored them. Hopefully, they will already be gone by the time she’s made her purchases. She spent an extended period of time talking to the Bill the pharmacist and his wife, Stella the cashier, hoping Chase and Jenny had left together. But when she exited the store, they were still there wearing a carefree smile and standing even closer together.

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

While Jessie flew past into the dime store, Chase remained outside, chatting with Jenny who was more than willing to fill a few minutes with some idle babble. Chase lingered because no matter what she was shopping for, Jessie had to come out sometime, and besides he was amused by the way this young girl kept trying her best to get his attention, even though he remained aloof and indifferent and kept his eye on the door of the five and dime.

Chase saw Jessie look in his direction for just a moment when she finally emerged from the dime store and walked quickly toward her car. He knew that standing near Jenny would send a certain signal to Jessie and one that was not too desirable. When she glanced their way, she headed straight to her Jeep with her package in hand.

“Jessie! Wait!” Chase called out, but she kept going, perhaps trying hard not to pay him any mind. “Jessie! Hold on!” he shouted as he followed her to the curb.

She swung up behind the wheel and shoved her keys in the ignition and started the engine. Chase made it to the side of her vehicle just as her hand reached the gearshift. As she went to tug it into reverse, his hand darted in and around the steering wheel and he snapped the engine off. Startled, Jessie sat back in her seat, her back straight, and her eyes wide open. Chase pulled her keys from the ignition and withdrew his arm, and in doing so brushed her chest lightly and inadvertently.

“I want to apologize for last night,” he said softly, his face very near hers, near enough to see the smooth clear skin of her cheeks and the wet rosy glaze on her lips. “I’m not sure what the cause is, but for whatever reason we seem to be getting our signals all crossed up.”

She tried pulling back and away from him, but the seatbelt and headrest kept her facing him. God, she is beautiful, he thought to himself. The idea of kissing her crossed his mind at that moment as well, but he was determined not to let things fly out of control like they had the night before. He smiled and eased back, still close to her, yet trying to seem less like a threat.

“I’d like to make it up to you. I was going to stop by your place, but since you’ve saved me the trouble by coming to town, why don’t you join me? I hear that the county park has a lovely rose garden that is in full bloom and the concession stand sells the best Coney Island hot dogs in the state. And since I’ve traded that ugly old Lincoln for something more stylish,” Chase said gesturing toward the vintage Caddy parked a couple spaces away, “I thought a nice drive and some fresh air might help us straighten things out. What do you say?”

How much planer could he make it? As her keys tinkled in his hand, and the blush in her cheeks grew, he hoped that the open hopeful look on his face and the inviting twinkle in his eye could convince her.

OOC: The picture I’ve posted is taken from the original 1949 Cadillac sales brochure.

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

Chase startled her. She was hoping to escape from any form of exchange with him but he was too quick. He was there before her in a flash. Jessie hoped he would say a few polite words to inquire her day and move on to go with Jenny. Jenny! What does he see in her? And again, he caught off guard. For a brief moment, she didn’t understand him. It took a few minutes to gather her thoughts to realize he was asking to spend the afternoon with her. Flabbergasted, Jessie tried to pull back but she was cornered in her car with Chase allowing just the barest room to breathe and waiting for an answer. Right when she was about to decline, Jessie saw Jenny leaning provocatively against the sleek red convertible, watching them with the greatest interest. Her hair blowing carelessly, she looked like a model just bidding her time, waiting for Jessie to decline so she can soothe Chase with her nubile charm.

“Yes, I would love to.” She answered hastily.

Chase’s head jerked back at her sudden abruptness but soon recovered.

“Great! If you would like, you can leave your car here and we can ride together.”

He suggested as he offered his hand. Jessie looked down at it hesitantly as if it might bite. After the barest of hesitation, her own trembling one reached out and allowed his masculine fingers to help her down gently. When her feet met the ground, Chase released her hand. She sighed a relief. Then she felt her knees give out. An electric shock consumed her making a rush of heat rise to her cheeks. Chase had placed his hand ever so gently at the small of her back as he guided her to her awaiting chariot.

Jenny’s unmasked face was one of disappointment making Jessie forget her weakened state. Jessie’s smile resembled a Cheshire cat making Jenny’s bottom lip puckered out in an obvious pout.

“Oh hi, Jessie. I was just keeping your man company. You don’t mind, do you? He’s such a wonderful conversationalist. So funny….a great advisor….full of knowledge…smart….”

Her voice trailed wistfully. Jessie’s heart tugged. Does she really like him?

“Thank you, Jenny, it was sweet of you. We’re just spending a day at the park. Why don’t you join us?”

“No! I mean… I have to discuss something with you…some business….alone with you.”

Chase practically shoved her in the car. Before she barely had a chance to say farewell to Jenny, Chase was peeling out of the parking lot.

It was a beautiful summer day. The park seemed to be filled with convertibles or vehicles with an open top. Just like him, Chase’s vintage stood out above everyone else. Before Jessie had a chance to open her door, Chase was there doing it for her. He offered his hand and helped her out like a perfect gentleman. She took it awkwardly and heaved herself up bringing her nose-to-nose to Chase. Her breasts lightly brushed against his hardened chest. A blush rose to her cheeks as she felt her nipples sharpen into little points. Jessie wanted so desperately to wet her blushing lips but she dared not fearing her tongue might touch his lips. Chase leaned in close with his eyes half closed. Just when she braced herself at the thought of Chase kissing her again, he stepped back. For the
second time within a short moment, she found herself sighing again.

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

On first thought, Chase had wanted to kiss Jessie as she rose up from the supple red leather car seat, her face and body a hair’s breath away from his. Then he thought a second time and feeling a determination to remain in control of himself, he decided against the idea and stepped back. But when he saw her lips part and the tip of her pink tongue tremble in the shadows behind her teeth, he gave it a third thought. Oh, damn! he thought as her appeal wore through his resistance and that same feeling from the night before erupted deep inside him again. He slipped his hand around her slender waist, pulled her hips toward his and leaned forward just enough to let his lips brush against hers.

For a moment, the open car door, the gleaming chartreuse paint and shiny chrome, the bright sunshine and the casual summer breeze, the lush park and all of the busy, happy people melted away, and he felt only the warmth and tender kiss of Jessie Curry. The breath from her nose splashed down over his cheek and her soft wet lips moved against his own. Her hands rose up hesitantly to rest lightly on his shoulders, her long slender fingers curling over him. Chase thought he heard a humming sound echo inside her or was it coming from inside him?

“Now,” he half whispered when their lips parted. “That was much better and very much worthwhile.” He smiled at the blush that had completely filled her cheeks and the heavy lidded look in her eyes, which in the bright sun had turned a warm cinnamon color. “And having said that, shall we?” he said, offering his arm.

They strolled along the winding paths, quietly at first, given that both were choosing to avoid any insipid small talk such as about the weather, even though the day was quite lovely. At first Jessie’s stride seemed to be stiff and awkward, but after bumping hips a couple times and exchanging a couple of furtive glances that grew into smiles, she seemed to relax and their stroll became light and effortless. But it was really when they approached the rose garden and the intoxicating aroma of the garden roses filled the air that the conversation began to start up. Chase observed some of the lovely hybrids, noting in particular a Queen Alexandra hybrid, deep rose in color with a pale pink center and a light sweet sensual scent. He held the stem of a large fresh blossom and bent over and took a deep sniff.

“Sort of reminds me of you,” he remarked, watching as Jessie leaned over and breathed in the scent. He tried not to let his eyes linger too long as they surveyed her body, but he did find her more than pleasing to the eye for there was a sculpted elegance to her figure that appealed to his artistic side. And yet, as her shirt fell away from her body while she bent over, the male in him couldn’t resist glancing over to see just how much of the gentle curves of her breasts tumbled into his view.

“Oh? And in what way?” she asked, standing up straight and brushing her auburn hair back over her ear and shoulder.

“Appears to be one thing on the outside, but is very delicate and more strikingly colorful on the inside, and is best appreciated the closer you get,” Chase commented. “Unlike the Thalia or the Euphrosyne over there, which overwhelm you with their stunning appearance, yet under whelm your sense of smell, the effect is much more subtle and deeply alluring.”

“You say that as if you think you know all about me,” Jessie replied, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Chase closely.

“Quite the contrary,” he protested warmly with a smile. They had wandered into the middle of the garden where the blend of the aromas on the afternoon breeze delighted the senses. “I know everything the public record allows about you, your birth date and schooling and professional experience. But all of that is just names and places and numbers and is hardly the measure of someone, is it?”

Jessie shook her head slightly, her stance remaining a bit reserved.

“Why don’t we have a seat?” Chase said, waving his hand toward a wrought iron and cedar bench.

They sat, but not too close together, his legs spread casually. When Chase rested his arm on the seat back, he was careful not to bring it too close to her shoulders, though his hand did brush up against her soft thick hair and his fingers were tempted to toy with it. She looked over at him, her eyes circling his face as if studying his features.

“Why did you come here, Chase? Certainly not to escort me through this garden and try to impress me with your knowledge of botany. Because if this is all some diversion designed to land my property in your lap, you are sadly mistaken.”

“Jessie, I’ve set all of that aside,” he said slowly and softly, before turning his body to face her more fully. “This has nothing to do with my business and your real estate holdings, but everything to do with something that I sense has been missing from each of our lives far too long. Maybe you don’t feel what I do, but something is going on, something that I don’t exactly understand, and something that I find … irresistible.”

His fingertips had woven their way into her hair and brushed up against her shoulder, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. Chase felt his smile fade and dropped his face down a notch, his eyes opened wider.

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

Hypnotized, Jessie did the only thing she was able to manage and that was to nod her head in agreement. Her head was spinning from the heavy fragrance from the roses and his smooth voice that held some truth. Yes, there was something between them. She realized it. She didn’t last night. The wall of resistance that was built before she was even aware of her emotions blinded Jessie. Even after the kiss in the parking lot, she was still blind to the truth. She wondered why her pulse raced each time she caught him looking at her, or when tingles coursed through every millimeter of her skin leaving her shuddering whenever they accidentally brushed against each other, or even when her mouth was constantly parched and babbling like a fool. After hearing his admission, she realized it. There was something there.

His head drew in closer. Jessie gazed into the pair of crystalline marbles, making her cross eyed, and parted her blushing lips allowing a soft whimper to escape. Chase’s soft lips drew closer; his finger traced the bone structure of her high cheekbone and down her jaw line while he drew her closer to his waiting lips. Jessie trembled at the anticipation. Her eyelids drooped. Chase peered closely; the reflection of the sun caught a small part of her eyes making it look like they were dilating.


Their lips met, softly at first, and pressed harder with each passing moment. When Jessie’s body turned towards Chase, he took full advantage of her submission and wrapped his arm around her neck. His tongue parted her lips and immediately found hers waiting. Together they explored. The world faded away leaving only the strong odor of roses acting like an aphrodisiac. Their tongues danced a waltz as if they were lifetime partners. A slow moan started from deep inside her and slowly emerged through her throat and reverberated into his mouth. When Chase responded back, it flowed through her and settled between her legs making her squirm. As moments passed, they started inhaling recycled oxygen through their noses and started perspiring profusely. Just when it felt like Jessie was about to pass out, she pulled away panting.

They sat mesmerized as they caught their breaths. A strong sense of sex hung silently between them. They both desired the same thing. Jessie’s head was spinning, yet she couldn’t deny what was transforming before her. Somehow, Chase found a way to tear down the wall to her needs. She was hungry. Her body was hungry. It was screaming out for Chase to nourish this hunger, to quench this desire that her body has been screaming for. No, she couldn’t deny it any longer. As soon as Jessie’s breathing slowed, her spine straightened and she looked at him like a new woman. She’s a woman who’s unafraid of her feelings. She’s a woman knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Yes, I agree with you, Chase. I sense a something between us. But, we should be realistic. You are from a different world. You’re from the big city. I’m a small town girl. There really isn’t any future for us. Besides, you are a guest here, and will be leaving us soon. I will be honest with you. There has been something missing from my life. And only you are able to notice it. Even I was blind to my needs. So, what if ……”

Jessie took a deep breath. This is the first time she’s suggested anything like this to anyone let alone entertain the idea.

“What if….we enjoy our time together…and .ermmm…satisfy our needs….until you leave.”

Jessie looked at him boldly, waiting for him, and hoping he will agree to her terms.

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

“Whoa! I, I mean yes, that’s just what I had in mind,” Chase said stumbling over his words with surprise widening his eyes. “You had me going for a minute there, I thought you were going to suggest that we be just friends.” She looked back, her own eyes narrowing in puzzlement. “You know, the old kiss of death in relationships.”

Then he leaned toward her again, his arm around her shoulders, the palm of his hand and his fingertips curling gently around her neck drawing her lips so close to his again. They touched again fully, wet and willingly, sending an electric tingling sensation through them both. When Chase felt the warm light touch of her hand on his cheek he lifted his other hand to touch her face. There was a noticeable trembling in her body that was echoed by a shiver arising within his. And when they parted, their kiss left them both breathless, their eyes darting over each other’s features looking for some sign that said this wasn’t some sort of dream, and kind of confirmation that this was real.

Chase had let his hand slip down from her cheek to her neck just below the ear where his fingertips could feel the pulse of her heartbeat. His little finger had edged below the collar of her shirt and had they not been in such a public place he might have explored further. But it was enough for the moment to sit with her and brush their lips together and feel the warmth explode between them.

“Now that was something, Jessie,” Chase whispered, followed with a low hum from deep in his throat.

When he leaned in to kiss her again, their tongues taking up their dance again, Jessie’s hand glided down from his cheek over the neck of his shirt and down to his chest, her fingers grazing over the firm flesh of his pecs and the taut bumps of his nipples. “Oh, Chase,” she sighed, her face looking down and slowly shaking from side to side before looking back up to his green eyes. “I don’t think I want to be just friends with you.”

“Good,” Chase said with a smile. “Neither do I with you.” Some other park visitors had wandered noisily into the rose garden and their intimate moment was curtained. But Chase took her hand and stood. “Why don’t we walk?”

Jessie nodded and Chase took her other hand as she stood and gave her a final brushing little kiss on her soft wet parted lips, his tongue barely grazing her. Hand in hand, they followed the path that led from the garden and skirted the athletic fields. There was an appetizing aroma drifting from the tiny clapboard concession stand nearby.

“So is this where they sell those world renown Coney dogs I’ve heard so much about?” Chase asked.

“One of life’s most guilty pleasures,” Jessie laughed.

“But given my present company, I’ll have to hold the onions,” he chuckled.

She smiled in appreciation but wondered when he ordered two with everything—hold the onions—and one large coke. Then she giggled when Chase stuffed two straws into the top. They sat together on one of the benches to eat and share sips of the cold drink. When an errant blob of chili painted her chin, Jessie reached up to wipe it with her finger, but Chase leaned over, took her hand and whispered, “Allow me,” and then proceeded to kiss it off her. “Mmm, sweet.”

They toured the rest of the park, and as they walked Jessie continued to warm up, her walk becoming more of a saunter as she pointed out the fields where she had played softball and touch football as a teenaged tomboy. There was the old split oak tree where an early boyfriend had carved their initials. There was the old pavilion where their family reunion was held every year. And there was the footbridge where Tommy Moniker had given her a first kiss. They paused on the bridge to watch the stream trickle by. Chase leaned his elbows on the railing.

“You know I was going to check into the Barbizon Inn near town,” he remarked. “Has an appealing bed and breakfast look to it. Do you know of it?”

“The old Garfield mansion?” Jessie replied dreamily. “I used to visit there as a child when the Garfields still lived there, but haven’t been inside since the renovation. They cater to the romantic getaway crowd, you know, not business travelers.”

“Then it sounds perfect,” Chase replied. “Perhaps you can help me pick the best room.”

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

“Hhmmm…I would love to ermmm…help you pick out the best room.” Jessie giggled at the suggestion. She seemed light years younger. The bright sun shining down on her face spotlighted the youthfulness that overcame her.

This is great. Jessie hasn’t had a partner for many years, ever since…. What better way to rid of her sexual frustrations than with a stranger from another town. No commitments, no fusses. Just sex. She’ll just enjoy him until he leaves.

As quick as the youthfulness overcame her, was as quickly as it left. She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, as she spoke with low, sultry tones.

“Let’s go, Chase. I want you now.”

Chase didn’t need to think it over. His hand grabbed hers, and pulled her up with him. They raced through the park almost knocking over a pair of starry-eyed lovebirds. Before they knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot of Garfield Mansion.

Back in 1881, Hubert Garfield, a distant cousin of the famous Biltmore family had this summer cottage built for his wife. This so-called summer cottage is really a 10-bedroom three story Victorian mansion. Each year, their guest list increased, so Hubert had replicas built on his 5-acre lot, which offered privacy.

Through the years, the house had changed hands. Each owner updated it with modern amenities but left the grounds the same to keep the Victorian aura that it’s famous for. The grounds are filled with an array of lush greens, splattered with wild flowers offering a palette of colors against the white mansion. Each villa holds its own personality of a pastel color.

http://www.cedarcrestvictorianinn.com/02_new_front_of_house.jpg

When Chase turned the ignition off, he turned to Jessie, and kissed her hard and boldly. Jessie’s heart pumped like mad as she moaned without inhibitions. When they finally broke away, he murmured on her lips. “Would you like to come in with me?”

“No, you go ahead. I’ll wait in the car for you.” Her lips barely touch his. Her tongue swept across his teeth before she found his tongue. “Chase?"

"Mmhmmm..."

"Hurry up, I want you."

Jessie watched Chase running up the long steps to the front entrance. His slacks tightened with each step, revealing his toned muscles. Her lips moistened her full lips as she giggled to herself. Yes, this is going to be a wonderful arrangement, she thought. Chase was right. Somthing was missing from her life. Sex. And Chase is here to fulfill that missing puzzle.

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

Chase paused when he reached the top of the steps and looked back toward Jessie. She sat in the middle of the front seat, her long slender arms spread out on either side, her head leaning back, eyes closed and a pleasant smile on her face. No, it was something more than pleasant … seductive? No … sexual? Definitely, and he let the image bleed into the core of his memory. He then turned and walked into the Inn. When he returned, stepping lightly down the stairs, Jessie’s pose hadn’t changed except that her eyes were opened slightly. Chase turned the door handle and slipped in beside her.

“The main house was booked so I took what they call the Pickering,” he explained. Must be one of the guest cottages. “They said look for the pastel green door.”

Jessie’s arm curled around inside of his and she leaned her head on his shoulder. The old Cadillac roared to life and Chase wheeled it along the drive around and to the side of the main house, finally pulling to a stop a ways along the drive at the lovely Victorian scripted sign indicating that this smaller scale version was The Pickering. When he stepped from the car, Jessie slipped out behind him, and waited as he retrieved his bags from the trunk. Chase unlocked the door and let Jessie inside, following behind her. The place was arranged like a suite with a spacious kitchenette, sitting room, and bedroom complete with a sumptuous bath.

Jessie glanced around and looked at Chase. “This is lovely, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but you are lovelier,” Chase nodded and watched as she sauntered directly into the bedroom and he followed. He set his bags near the armoire and looked back to see Jessie sit on the edge of the carved mahogany bed, leaning back, her arms behind her. There was a marble fireplace with a fur rug on the hearth, and a pair of antique chairs nearby.

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“And far more desirable,” Chase added, moving over to stand facing her, between the spread of her legs. Reaching down to cradle her face in his hands and bending forward, he brought his lips down to hers. His hands trailed down from her face, grazing lightly over the bare skin of her neck and upper chest then over the soft cotton of her blouse, his fingertips charting the firm supple curves of her breasts and the stiff outline of her nipples, and eventually came to rest briefly near the small of her back. He then pulled her up from the bed into his arms letting his arms encircle her shoulders while his lips parted and his tongue sought out hers.

Jessie’s hands moved up inside the circle of his embrace, grabbing for his jacket and pulling it quickly down and away from his shoulders. Chase let his arms fall away to shrug off the jacket then brought his hands up to Jessie’s face again, holding her firmly but tenderly, letting his kisses that were growing with a mad passion fall about her mouth and cheeks and neck. Her cinnamon eyes focusing on his bright greens, Jessie’s long fingers began to work on his shirt buttons, fumbling in her haste and popping them roughly apart. Chase did the same with her blouse except he took more time and teasingly pulled her blouse open a little after each button parted. Their hands reached each other’s waist at the same time and they moved up to explore the warm freshly bared skin they found.

When his hands reached her breasts, Chase leaned forward to kiss her again, a kiss that contrasted with all of the tender exploratory ones they had shared to this point, his lips burning into hers with desire and want and need. He touched her breasts lightly at first, just the fingertips, but soon was cupping them with his palms, letting his thumbs and forefingers toy with her stiff nipples, pinching and tugging them gently.

“Chase,” Jessie sighed as she guided his kisses down over her neck and past the open neckline of her blouse.

“Hmm?” he murmured lost in the sweet taste of her warm body.

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

Jessie was glad that Chase reserved a cottage away from the carriage house. Northwood was a small town. Like any other small town, the township of Northwood loved to gossip. And the last thing Jessie wanted was to be the main headline in tomorrow’s gossip column.

They strolled through the front door with ease of an old married couple. As soon as she stepped inside, Jessie wanted to rip Chase’s clothes off, and throw him down on the floor. But, Chase was taking his time peeking through every nook and cranny, memorizing his temporary home. She tried to follow his example. Her eyes flickered over the room, but she was so consumed with the anticipation that she missed her usual appreciation for lavish decorations. Wanting to recall his attention to her, she threw out a nonessential comment. When he answered, Jessie gave him what she hoped a ‘come hither’ look, and headed towards the bedroom.

Chase did as she had hoped. She stood with her back arched, leaning against the high white-laced bedspread waiting for him. The knowing smile told her he got the message. Their eyes never wavered as he strolled gracefully towards her.

They met with their lips open and full of desire. Their tongues found each other instantly, and rolled slowly and passionately at first, increasing rapidly with each passing moment. Jessie trembled with desire in his arms. Her hands roamed over his neck, down his shoulders, and around his back, mesmerizing his every curve. She was surprised to feel how hard his upper body was. Her soft moans told him how she appreciated it.

Chase was content in savoring each moment. But, Jessie couldn’t wait. Aching to feel his bare flesh, Jessie fumbled clumsily with a few stubborn buttons. Since patience wasn’t a strong trait of hers, she growled in Chase’s mouth, and ripped his shirt apart causing buttons to fly in all directions. Chase’s eyes flew open with surprise at her intensity and soon settled in a Cheshire smile.

Chase knew exactly what she wanted. His hands found its way down to her heavy breasts, leaving a trail of electric shocks, which made her control uncontrollably. Her load moans encouraged his hands to explore deeper, to feel every luscious curve. He tugged and squeezed hard. His magical fingers need exactly where all the pleasurable points were. Jessie’s hands moved down his bare chest and over his slack and found to her delight that he desired her too.

“Chase?”

“Hhmmm…” He answered without breaking away from her flesh.

“I want you.”

With that single remark, Jessie pulled back from his embrace. She slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse and flung it over her shoulders. Not a second later, she was stepping away from her jeans. She stood before him wearing just the slightest blush on her cheeks, and looked at him with smoldering eyes under heavy lids.

“I want you now.”

She wrapped her long arms around his neck, and pulled Chase down with her on the plush white rug by the fireplace. They fell together on her back with Chase on top of her. Their lips found each other again. Her hands followed every outline of his hardened muscle as she pressed up against his body, and inhaled his masculine shoulders. She can feel his cock throbbing against his slacks. A woman on a mission, Jessie continued to grind against him. They rolled a few times without leaving the rug. Soon, Chase found himself under her. Jessie sat straight up on his upper thighs.

Ziiiiiippppppppppppp

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

Chase wasn’t sure what had pulled the switch on Jessie, but then as he lay underneath her, seeing her rise up straight and sure and naked and pull at his zipper with a fiery passion made the question seem unnecessary. He had talked to her with a sensitivity that he rarely approached previously; he had looked at her hoping that she would see the passion that was welling up from deep inside him; and he had kissed her hungrily, feeling the sore need and bare blinding desire burn through his lips and into hers. It was probably at the moment the night before when he had kissed her in the kitchen that he realized how much he wanted to make love to her. But nothing had prepared him for her urgent response.

“I want you … I want you now!”

Her long wavy auburn tresses cascaded down over her shoulders; her coffee-colored eyes, so heavy with lust, focused on her long slender fingers that were madly pulling his slacks open. His fingers traced their path up along her arms to her shoulders, then down again over her breasts, full yet pert, firm yet soft to the touch. As his palms cupped them, he drew them down over her waist and hips and forward along her thighs. Jessie frantically tugged his slacks down and shimmied his silk boxers down over his hips. When her fingers curled greedily around his growing erection, Chase grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, his mouth closing on hers again in a hot wet rough kiss that brought a deep moan from deep within her.

“Jessie,” he sighed as her hot lips worked their way back down over his neck and around his chest. His fingers wove their way into her thick wavy hair as she kissed her way down over his chest. Every part of him that she touched seemed to be tingling and vibrating, the upper body that he had chiseled out during long workouts at the gym, the arms and legs sculpted during endless handball and tennis matches. His hips began to rock as she nipped at his nipples and teased them mercilessly with her tongue. As his fingers looped behind her neck, he took hold of her head and held it up so that they were looking eye to eye. “I want you too, Jessie. I want you so much.”

A strange sexy grin curled her lips as her hands continued to pull and stroke his cock that was now nearly fully erect. She helped him kick off his slacks and shorts and settled down between his legs, flicking her tongue around her lips. His body was stretched out before her, throbbing and yearning for her touch. She leaned over him, the firm curves of her breasts and firm rosy pink nipples swaying and rubbing against his thighs. She pulled her hair over to one shoulder and bent forward to bring her lips dangerously close to him. He took a handful of her hair that was spilling down onto his belly and held on as her lips descended toward him.

“Mmm, yes, Jessie,” he moaned as he felt the heat of her breath wash over him.

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

Jessie’s lips hung dangerously over his cock when she paused to look at his face contorting with passion. An evil smile played on the corners of her lips at the thought of torturing him with pleasure. She soon waived the thought when his cock throbbed before her as its heat dehydrated her lips. Her pink tongue snaked across her lips offering lubrication. With her eyes locking onto his, her mouth descended down slowly, ever so slowly until her lips kissed the spongy mushroom tip.

Chase moaned the instant her lips made contact. His fingers grasped the back of her head as his hips thrust up instinctively. Encouraged, Jessie pressed her lips harder against him while her tongue swept widely across his tip. She was able to taste the slight bit of evidence of his arousal. He was sweet with a hint of saltiness. Hungry for more, her mouth descended upon him further, slowly, one millimeter at a time until her mouth was filled and her enraged breathing was tickling his course hair.

Chase’s fingers tightened around her locks. When Jessie glanced up at him, his green marbles were clouded with gray and were looking down on her with lust. With their eyes locked, her mouth started bobbing up, then down, slow at first, increasing with each movement. His veins pulsated in her moist mouth. Her moans shot through him making him gasp and shiver with sensations. When Chase was stiff as a board, Jessie released him leaving his cock shiny with saliva and slithered up to drag her sharpened nipples across his full length.

Chase’s hands flew to her ass while his fingers reached between her legs for her wetness. Jessie gasped in his mouth as shots of tingles filled every inch of her skin. Helping him, Jessie opened her legs wide while trickles of wetness down on his cock. His fingers continued to play with her lips. They unfolded every crevice as if they were searching for something. Long, drawn out moans flew out of her mouth as her breasts heaved with quick short breaths.

Jessie bit down on his lips before releasing them. Between gritted teeth, and sharp gasps, she cried out.

“Ooooooo…Chase, I can’t wait. Take me now….”

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

Chase had been prepared for and even looking forward to a little wine, a little romance, perhaps some extended sweet talk with Jessie Curry. But he hadn’t been prepared for the eager explosion of passion he had just witnessed. He knew that there was something in the electric crackle of the looks they had exchanged and each time he had touched her that snap had doubled back directly to his heart, although now it seemed to be centering a bit lower.

As his fingers explored the folds of her pussy, learning each delicate and sensitive spot and feeling her wetness drip onto his palm and down onto his belly, he felt Jessie’s body heave above him. Her breasts burned into his flesh, igniting his own passion. Her gushing breath washed over him, her urgent sighs of anticipated pleasure trembled in his ears; and the intense pressure of her hips grinding against his body made him tense up with a clear desire; he want to make love to her, he wanted to please her, he wanted to … to fuck her … yes, fuck her until she screamed and bit and pinched and cried out his name and her creator’s.

“Just hope I remember how to do this,” he chuckled softly.

“Chase?” Jessie called out, her teeth nibbling on the rim of his ear.

Silently, but with a deliberate force, he pushed her over onto her back on the rug and drew her legs up, spreading them out to the side so that he could see her beautiful pussy open in all its damp and throbbing glory, her folds spreading like a blooming rose. The scent of her excitement and the sight of her open to his every advance set his mind to scheming; scheming of how he had always wanted to love a woman. Chase started kissing his way down both of her legs starting by sucking her toes one at a time into his mouth and letting the tip of his tongue flick along the space in between. Although her mumbled words had urged him to take her quickly, he wanted to take his time and held her legs up to work his kisses all the way down along her long silky well toned calves and the soft tender skin of her thighs. His fingers spread the dampness of his kisses to those parts he hadn’t reached with his mouth.

As Chase neared her pussy, Jessie raised her hips and he brought his lips to her yearning sex and rubbed them up and down the length of her slit several times. Then he let his tongue loose, adding to the sensation by dipping inside her, licking and flicking hard and fast. His hands reached down to cup the firm cheeks of her butt, holding her up so that his lips and tongue and teeth could dine on her sweetness. Humming madly as he flashed the rough texture of his tongue over her delicate clit, he drew endless patterns along the length of her and up around her most sensitive nub; letters of the Arabic and Sanskrit and Japanese alphabets, numbers, smiley faces, anything that he could think of that would produce a response in her, a sharp cry, a deep moan, a lengthy sigh.

“Uhn … Chase! Oh, damn you, Chase!” she cried out.

And, just as Chase felt her body begin to stiffen and quiver and her hips gyrate in a noticeable involuntary circular motion, he raised his lips from her and worked his way up along a new path over her body, tasting parts of her that he had not yet made his own; her smoothly rounded firm belly, the sweet indentation of her navel, and her undulating abdomen. When his kisses drew near to her breasts, they grew in tenderness, kissing and licking and suckling her tender sweet flesh, drawing her nipple deep into his mouth and letting his tongue flicker over the tip. And as he climbed up her body to bring his mouth close to hers again, he felt the head of his cock rub against her wet pussy. He kissed her with all the energy and feeling that was coursing through his body, letting their tastes mix as their lips and tongues combined.

“Um, Chase …” she said as his cock flirted with her damp yielding opening.

“Yes, Jessie?” he whispered while his lips and tongue danced near her ear.

 

[chanaud]

Jessie Curry

“Fuck me now or leave dammit!”

Jessie demanded through gritted teeth. Chase smiled at her. He recognized the need in her eyes, and in her voice, and despite his cock feeling like a steel rod and wanting to jam it in her at that moment, he held out. He wasn't about to give in just yet.

He continued to tease her. His thick head continued to rub against her as if preparing himself with her thick, slick wetness. With her head thrashing side by side, Jessie screamed out in pain by his hardness that sent electric bolts through her racing veins. Chase quieted her instantly with his mouth. Her eyes flew open at the invasion of his burning tongue and her body quieted down instantly. She can taste herself in his mouth, on his tongue, and even across his teeth. It was the most erotic flavor that Jessie had ever tasted. With eyes drinking in each other, they kissed passionately. Jessie wrapped her long, sinewy legs around his waist while her hands felt the contours of his strong back.

The instant Chase felt a soft moan from the back of Jessie’s throat he lifted his hips. With a slight forward thrust, his cock found the opening of her pussy and sunk in slowly, ever so slowly as he watched Jessie’s eyes widen and a gasp fell from her swollen lips. Then her eyes rolled back as her body melted from being filled by Chase’s cock.

They lay there for a few moments reveling in the sensation of being one. Chase felt her walls expanding and contracting as she adjusted to his size. Then Chase pulled out slowly until the tip of his cock was at her opening again. Jessie whimpered at the feeling of being empty and cold. Before her hands flew to his ass to guide him back in, Chase slammed his cock deep in her releasing a scream that sounded like a wild mating call.

He continued to play with her sensations. In. Out. In. Out. Harder. Faster.

“Is this how you want it, Jessie?” His sweat dripped down on her.

Jessie cried out.

“Yessss…Yessssss…Yesssssss. Ooohhhhhh Chaaaaase….Oh my god…Chaaaaaase.”

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

Seized by the passion of the moment, Chase began to make lov … no, fuck Jessie harder and faster and deeper with each thrust. He had always been a man who prided himself on being the ever good and gentle lover, never even suggesting any sort of rough play when it came to sex. Yet as he continued to slide his thick hard cock in and out of Jessie’s sweet tight and very wet pussy, he became seized by the passion of the moment, feeling the lust and desire that had been building up inside him for so long come bubbling up to the point of boiling over. He was a man possessed … possessed by the moment and by the beautiful young woman twisting and writhing in harmony with his urgent sexual beat.

“Oh, god, Chase … fuck me … yes! Yes! Yessss!”

Her cries of passion were burning his ears, igniting a flame in him like an afterburner. Chase leaned forward, his arms slipping around her shoulders, clutching her tender body to his. He felt her long trim legs rise up outside his hips and curl around him, her ankles locking, her heels digging into him, urging him onward, harder, faster and deeper.

Chase began to growl in her ear, caught up so deeply in this fervent fit of yearning, accelerated by the motion of her body, the sound of her cries, and the mad way she received him and returned his passion tenfold. And the wild breathless kisses she placed on his cheek and neck, and her teeth nipping at his shoulder, urged him onward. He brought his mouth down to capture one of her nipples, bobbing so crazily as he thrust into her. He sucked it into the warmth of his mouth, letting his teeth graze against the rigid tip.

“Oh fuck me, Chase … fuck me!” Jessie cried out wildly.

Chase pounded into her with a flurry of hard fast strokes. He paused for a moment, catching a breath, then resumed with an ardent fervor. Fucking her hard and fast, pausing for a moment, then continuing at an even more furious pace. As her body quaked beneath him, writhing and wriggling madly, her legs slipped down from behind him. He took the opportunity to roll over on the thick plush rug beside the fireplace, so that he was on his back and Jessie was atop him.

It didn’t take her long to realize the switch and she positioned her feet on either side of his hips and began to bounce up and down on him, slowly at first feeling every inch of his cock with her tight wet pussy. But soon gaining speed, she began rocking up on him, throwing her head back, tossing her auburn curls down her back. Each time she fell upon him, she ground herself against him. Chase reached up to cup her firm little tits, his fingers pinching and pulling on her hard nipples.

“Oh, fuck!” Jessie cried out. “Oh … god … oh … oh … oh … yesssss!”

Her pussy was clenching tightly around him, the wetness flowing down onto his belly mingling with the sweat of his lovemaking, until she fell forward onto his chest, nearly out of breath. As her knees slipped down along side his body, holding her hips still just above him, Chase began to thrust his hips upward, driving himself deep into her. His belly and hips smacked against her with each stroke.

“Oh … I … I want … I want you …” she called out breathing quickly.

“I know, Jessie,” Chase answered, humping her furiously. “And I want you too, Baby!”

“No … I … I want you … back there … behind me,” she cried out, waving her hand behind her.

Chase slipped his cock out of her and she rose up on the rug fully on her hands and knees. He scrambled around to kneel behind her, rubbing his cock up and down the length of her wet slit.

“You want me back here, Jessie?” he teased, as he rubbed the head over her clit then back along the length of her pussy.

“I want you to fuck me, Chase … fuck me hard!”

Needing no further invitation, Chase found her luscious dripping entrance and drove himself all the way inside her till his belly pressed against the gorgeous curves of her ass. He ran his hands up and down her back, marveling and the wonderful view. She raised her head up tossing her curls onto her back, and then turned to face him.

“Take me, Chase! Now, dammit!”

As she spoke, Chase grabbed her hips and began to work his cock in and out of her, feeling the deep penetration, watching the jiggle of her ass each time he smacked into her, and hearing the slurpy sucking sound of her wet pussy taking every inch of him inside her.

“Oh, god! I need this so much!” she screamed. “Oh, fuck!”

“So do I, Jessie … so do I!”

 

[chanaud]

“Ooooohhhh…Miltone. Fuck me hard. Dammit. Give me your all!”

Jessie growled out through gritted teeth.

Chase dove in slow and deliberate until it was buried deep until he found her cervix. He looked down and admired how beautiful her pussy looked stretched out, forming a tight ring around his cock. He can feel her walls clenching, pulsating and massaging him. He thrust slowly and hard lifting his cock upwards whenever he thrust out. The tip of his cock was pointing upwards and rubbing against the roof of her pussy searching for that special spot. When he found it, Chase knew it. A rush of hot juices sprayed his cock. Jessie threw her head back while her body thrust back, banging her ass against his hips and cried out.

“Oooooooo…yessssssssss…Chaaaaaasssseeeeee”

Chase grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her fast and furious with all his might. He can feel her body tightening with each thrust. He knew she was close, so close. Her walls squeezed him hard. It would have been difficult to thrust in if it wasn’t for her juices flowing freely down her leg. Her head was swinging back and forth. From a side view, he can see a glimpse of her breasts swinging heavily each time he banged into her.

“Ooohhhh baby… Jesssssiieeeeeee… I can’t hold out any much longer.”

“Yesssss…Chase… cum with me .. I want to feel your cum spray me. Coat me with your seed.”

“Are you sure you want it all in you, Jessie?”

“Yessssssssss…Oh my gawd, yesssssssss….”

Jessie screamed out as her body shook and rolled while waves and waves of pleasure overtook her.

“Fuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk”

 

[Miltone]

It had been so long for Chase, not that he hadn’t had any opportunities to be with a woman, but nothing ever seemed to work out lately. Ever since his divorce, he had become something of a go big or go home kind of guy, and he had gone home alone many times. He had accepted it and since his business kept him going often for eighteen hours a day, he had little time to think about other such needs. It wasn’t really until he had come to this place and met Jessie that he had begun to think about it, how much he enjoyed it, how much he missed it, how much he wanted to do it … with her.

“Oh, god yes!” Chase cried out as he slammed his body against Jessie’s, watching the ripples move from her ass up her back. He could feel every inch of his cock working in and out of her tight wet pussy. Each thrust brought him closer and he could feel his balls rise up snug to his body. “I’m getting close, Jessie … real close!”

His hands gripped her hips so tightly he could see the red hand print marks they had left. As he looked down and watched his long hard cock disappear into her tight wet pussy again and again and again, Chase could see the tight red pucker of her anus winking at him. Unable to resist the urge, he moved his thumb over and brushed against it and felt a huge shiver reverberate through her body. When the tip of his thumb began to penetrate her tight little pink hole, he thought she would explode.

“Oooooooo … yessssssssss … Oh my god … Chaaaaaasssseeeeee!”

Chase leaned forward and let his hands run up her back and around her body, capturing her breasts as they bounced furiously. His thumbs and forefingers caught her stiff nipples and pulled at them, twisting and pulling on them.

“Oh, fuck … god, yes! Yes!”

Jessie screamed loudly, her voice having an incendiary effect on Chase. He cupped and squeezed her breasts while his belly hips and thighs banged into her. She tossed her head back wildly sending her auburn curls cascading onto her back. He reached up and grabbed a handful and tugged on it, pulling her more firmly against his mad thrusts. He was lost in the thick lust and desire that was consuming them. Gone was any pretense of romantic lovemaking, leaving just a crazy want for … for … for fucking!

“Yessssssssss … Oh my gawd … yesssssssss … Fuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk!” Jessie screamed again, louder than before.

Chase was pouring out his long stifled passions into this wanton act with this incredibly sexy woman, his long strokes slamming into her so fast and hard that she collapsed onto the thick plush rug beside the fireplace. He fell on top of her, his belly pressing into the cheeks of her ass as he continued to pump into her, his hands clutching at her shoulders, his face buried in the shower of auburn curls surrounding her ear.

“Oh, fuck … yes … here it comes … cumming, Jessie!” he growled loudly in her ear. He could feel his cum surging up, burning its way through his passages until it exploded deep inside her. The second eruption sent a massive shudder through his body, one that drove him to hump her faster and faster, ejaculating his sticky sweet cum far into her warm depths. And even after he had finished cumming, he continued to fuck her, working his cock in and out of her wet sticky pussy, slipping his hand around to finger her clit, feeling her body tremble and shake as if each touch was making her cum again … and again … and again.

“Uhhhh,” he grunted in her ear, he bated breath hardly able to keep up with the intense beating of his heart. Chase felt their bodies quivering together, bonded by their sweat and cum. “Oh, fuck, Jessie!”

 

[chanaud]

Jessie tried with all her might to hold out, but his hands were everywhere, twisting her nipples cruelly, pulling and twisting her hair back, and raking his nails on her back and down her side as it drew the orgasm out of her. And when she felt his sac, so full of cum, rise up against her clit, the dam within her exploded. Her body shook and rolled back against Chase as he watched with fascination the thunderous storm that possessed her.

She screamed Chase’s name over and over as her body submitted to the ride.

“Ohhhh fuuucckkkk Chaaaaaaseee…..yessssssssss Chaaaaaaaaasseeeeee…”

Chase thrust in deep one final time. His cock expanded and stretched her walls.

“Yesssssss….I’m cummminggggg…Jessie.”

Without even realizing it, Jessie’s walls squeezed his cock into a tight vise. Her pussy craved for his seed. It squeezed and pulsated and milked him until…

“Arrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh”

One after another, Jessie felt hot needles of cum shoot through her. Her pussy squeezed harder and harder…

“Ohhhhh yesssss….cummmm in me Chase….”

She screamed into deafening ears. Even after Chase came, he continued to pump into her. They collapsed together onto the floor. Chase’s mouth was in her hair, cooing and kissing her ears. He removed her hair aside and licked the salt off her neck. Their aftershocks played on each other.

Their breathing subsided. They lay there sticky with sweat and cum on the bear skin rug until Jessie broke out into laughter. Contagious as it was, Chase joined her. Their bodies, still one, shook together. Never before had Jessie felt so wonderful, so incredibly sexy, and so free in her life.

Chase pulled out of her releasing a flood of cum down Jessie’s thighs and the carpet between her legs. She rolled over, her nipples high in the air and smiled at him with luminous eyes. He sat on her thighs, his cock shiny and wet pointing at her.

“Hhmmm…Chase… that was so...funtasking wonderful.”

 

[Miltone]

Charles "Chase" Wright

“Damn! It was pretty good,” Chase admitted, his heart still racing two hundred miles an hour, but that was a lie. It wasn’t just pretty good … it was the best. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt so … so … so fulfilled following a sexual encounter. And the way Jessie drew her hand down over his belly, her fingers curling around his cock, still pretty hard and almost upright, seemed to amplify the intensity. He reached his hand over and let his fingertips fall upon her breast, then dragged them up lightly to her cheek to draw her face closer to his. “I came to Northwood, looking to do some business, Jessie. I never expected to find someone like you.”

A warm safe intimate feeling came over him. Chase rolled his head toward Jessie, his fingers sifting through her thick auburn curls, pulling her toward him. They moved together onto their sides facing each other. Jessie raised her leg up and looped it over his, her hand still caressing his long hard sticky member, her luminous coffee-colored eyes gazing into his. Chase leaned his face toward Jessie and brushed his lips against hers.

“Jessie, I … I think …” Chase began to say, his voice sounding more confessional than usual.

“Chase, you dear sweet man,” Jessie replied after she had smothered his words with a long deep wet kiss. “Don’t say anything right now, okay? You might come to regret your words later.” Her hands moved up to his shoulders, pushing him over onto his back, straddling his hips, while her gushing pussy rubbed against his cock. “Why don’t we let this do our talking for us?”

Jessie raised her hips up and reached down to guide his cock toward her pussy. Chase looked down and watched as his member disappeared inside her. When her hips met his again, she ground herself into him. He could feel himself buried deep inside her, bumping up against her cervix. Her rosy pink nipples, so stiff and erect, were appetizing and he lifted his head from the thick rug to kiss one then the other.

“Fuck, yes!” she swore and then arched her back downward as he sucked first one, then the other, thrusting her firm luscious tits into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, Chase!”

Chase watched as Jessie then rose up atop him, mesmerized by the wonderful curves of her body and even more so by the ravenous look of lust and desire on her face. He let his hands ride upon her hips rising and falling above him, letting his head fall back upon the plush rug, feeling his untapped passions well up again.