A Cock In The Hand - S01 E22

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

My eyes moved from his cock to his wide-eyed face grinning down at me. My mouth hung open, a side effect of my dirty little thoughts. My pussy was flushed with moist heat, and I had to glance down and make sure my wetness was not visible. When I realized he knew what I was thinking, my face reddened, and his knowing smile widened just a little.

Then, with an arrogant tone, he asked, "Which cabinet are the glasses, Mrs. Stilson. You look a little flushed, some cold lemonade could help."

"The second cabinet to the right of the fridge, thank you, Mark," I said, trying to show some bit of self-control.

As he turned, the profile of his bulge was accentuated by the sunlight, as my eyes were drawn back to it. I was thankful for Mom's return, to snap me out of my sexual fog.

"Sound asleep. Maybe, I'll take them to see 'Minions' today, and get an earlier start for the zoo tomorrow. I hated to wake them."

I looked at my watch and it was already 11:00am. "Wow, they never sleep this long. Gramma wore them out."

Just then, Mark returned with two glasses of lemonade. "Your drinks, ladies."

"Well, thank you, sir," replied Mom, with an overdone smile. "I could get used to this."

"So could I," replied Mark, as he drank us in with his eyes.

He went back for his drink and Mom joked, "I think you could use a full-time pool boy, don't you?"

"Hell, yes!" I giggled. "Look at that ass in those jeans."

"It's not his ass I was looking at. He's hung like a... Thanks again, Mark!" she yelled, as he came back out.

I had to laugh at how easily I came around to a stranger having the run of the house.

Mom kept up the conversation with him, as he worked. No question was off-limits, and he seemed willing to answer. He seemed truly devastated by the break-up, and still hadn't fully recovered. His ex was already engaged again, but he was still not ready to think about anything serious. He'd been out of work for almost two months but had a lead on a potential full-time slot that could start next month.

When the kids woke up, they had cereal and were ready to hit the pool. Mark continued to work while Mom and I played with Caleb and Ashley. Caleb was five and would start kindergarten this year, and Ashley was three and a half. She loved and idolized her brother, and thank God, he felt the same. I knew that would change some day, but for now, he loved to play with little sis.

Mom and I swam with them, and after a bit, Mom, of course, took the opportunity to flirt.

"Hey, Mark, you look awfully warm. Sure, you don't want to cool off?" she yelled, then whispered to me, "No need for a bathing suit."

"Mom!" I looked at her in disbelief.

"You know, I can honestly say, I have never been invited to swim by two bikini-clad babes in my life. Thanks for making my day."

Mom giggled and I just blushed, as usual. Luckily, he laughed it off and got back to work. She, of course, continued to interrogate him and, it seemed, he really had taken the break-up hard. He had only been on three dates since, and none made it to a second.

The kids had just eaten breakfast and Mom had some cereal with them. I was getting hungry, so I offered Mark a sandwich, while Mom stayed with Caleb and Ashley in the pool.

We sat on the barstools at the kitchen counter and ate.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you and Steven, I mean Wayne. I'm sorry I keep saying that. It's just that's what he told me his name was, at first. I think he was reluctant to give his real name to a stranger, even though he was helping me out with a problem. Anyway, I am grateful. And I hope to repay your kindness someday, Mrs. Stilson."

"Call me Amy, please. There's nothing to repay. We're paying you to do a job. It's not charity at all," I said, touching his hand that lay on the counter.

I'm still not sure why I did that, but he didn't move his away, and I held it there, afraid to pull back and acknowledge my mistake. Then it became--awkward. My hand rested on his, as we sat next to each other. His brown eyes seemed to carry the sadness of his breakup, and I felt a wave of warmth through my whole body.

Suddenly, it hit home, how cold it had been between Wayne and me, and how long it had been since we made love. Then, I caught myself letting my eyes wander back to those jean shorts.

When he spun his barstool to face me, I just stared at his growing cock for a second, or two. His legs spread, revealing the outline of his manhood, as it filled with a rush of blood, causing a similar rush between my legs.

I whimpered and pulled my hand back, with a look of shame and fear. Fear of what I might do if I didn't break this train of thought. He clearly noticed my stare, looked down at his growing manhood, and his face flushed with redness.

He struggled for words, "I'm sor--"

"Let me refill your lemonade, Mark," I interrupted, taking his glass and practically running toward the fridge. "So, tell me, how did you and my husband actually meet, while he was jogging in the park?" I followed up, determined not to make more of an awkward moment than it was.

He hesitated, and I feared maybe I was unsuccessful in downplaying the moment.

"Well, that's a funny story, Amy. There I was, on my first day running in years; I was in the woods at the farthest point from the trail heads, in distress, and along comes Steven. He took matters into his own hands and fixed me right up."

I had put the counter between us, after filling his glass. I slid it to him as he spoke, and then grabbed my plate and slid my sandwich to my side of the counter. I thought I handled it all quite nonchalantly.

"What kind of distress?" I asked, puzzled by his choice of words, and again reverting back to calling him Steven.

He showed a sly little grin for just a second, then responded. "My muscles were spasming and hard as steel. Mark saw my situation, grabbed hold of the troubled area, stretched, squeezed, and rubbed until the problem was resolved. He really went above and beyond, to make sure I was taken care of. Not too many people would do what he did for a stranger. He even followed up on a couple of occasions since. He's been a real friend."

It seemed strange the way he described everything to me, but l was just happy our uncomfortable moment was behind us. I changed the topic back to his new job prospect and when we finished our lunch, headed back to the pool.

Shortly after that, Mom suggested to the kids, going to see 'Minions' and they lit up with excitement. I suddenly felt a sense of fear at the thought of being alone with Mark. The electricity in that touch played through my mind, and my mental image of freeing his cock flashed over and over in my head.

From there, it spiraled into a barrage of wicked thoughts. I imagined everything from kneeling in my yard and sucking his cock, to being bent over the kitchen counter and fucked from behind, pounding me to a screaming climax. In that fantasy, it happened so fast, he just yanked my bikini bottom to the side and fucked me with it on.

The frequency and intensity of thoughts only seemed to get worse, as the thought of giving into my animal lust made me feel excited, alive and sexy, like I hadn't in what seemed like years. Wayne and I had been married for eleven years, and I never got the 'seven-year itch' but I was definitely feeling the eleven-year itch if that was a thing.

While Mom rallied the troops for the movie, the Texas afternoon heat kicked in and my eyes burned from perspiration, as I lay on my back in the sun. So, I went inside to cool down for a bit. As I did, I saw Mark out the front window, now shirtless. His body glistened with sweat, as I watched through the sheer curtains. I stood once again, mesmerized as I stared at his firm body and rippled muscles.

With the curtains there, I felt like I was unseen, and he gave no indication of noticing. My mind ran through fantasy after fantasy. Taking him to my shower and washing him clean, before he picks me up and fucks me with my thighs around his waist; fucking him hot and sweaty on my living room floor; ass on the counter, legs spread wide as he fucks me in the kitchen; image after image, rushed through my brain.

I was obsessed with what that cock must look like, trying to imagine how big it was hard, and what it would feel like inside me. I was ashamed and excited at the same time.

Wayne and I married young, and I had only been with two other men. I did it once with a Michael Celeski in high school and seven times with Richard Selest in college, before I dated Wayne. Richard brought me my first orgasm the fourth time. Wayne brought me many, but they were becoming fewer and farther between.

As I watched Mark and fantasized, I told myself it was going to be a night with my plastic buddy. With Wayne away so much, I learned early on in our marriage, that a vibrating cock was a necessity. I was open with Wayne about it, and we even used it together over the phone a few times. Unfortunately, it was proportioned to Wayne and not Mark, but I would make do.

'Till then, I was content to watch and fantasize. That was, until Mom came down with the kids.

"Quite the show, isn't it?" said Mom, startling me.

The kids seemed oblivious, and I was grateful for that.

"You all look ready for some fun," I said happily to Caleb and Ashley, while stealing a glance at Mom, angry and ashamed all at once. She just grinned and eyeballed him, herself.

"Enjoy your day, Amy. Nothing wrong with enjoying the scenery the Good Lord put before you. This is your time. We may even go to dinner afterward, if we don't explode from too much popcorn. What do you think kids, popcorn 'til we pop?"

"Yeah!" they cheered.

"Listen, Caleb and Ashley, don't take advantage of Gramma. One tub of popcorn and one candy, tops! Got it?" I said, using my 'Mom' voice.

"Yes, ma'am," they said, smirking at Gramma.

I walked them out front to the car, and Mom had one last flirt with Mark.

"I think it's too hot to work this afternoon, I think you should definitely come back tomorrow, young man."

"I can get this done today; I think. You've all been more than generous," he said, wiping his brow.

"Don't be silly, it's way too hot, you need to take a break and pace yourself. Besides, we'll need to mulch and maybe plant a few things, if you're willing. We'll pay you, of course," I said, matter-of-factly.

"It's settled then. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow," Mom said, with a shameless, lecherous grin.

Mark blushed a bit. "Who could say no, to two such-lovely ladies?"

As Mom and the kids drove off, I turned to him, glistening in sweat. "Why don't you come in and cool off a while. It's gotta be over a hundred already."

"Let me finish this one, and I'll take you up on some more lemonade."

He began to dig the shovel in at the roots and I watched, entranced with his muscles flexing and rippling, as he worked. My mind was back into the mental slide show of his cock pounding me from every imaginable angle and position. My pussy tingled and radiated heat.

I stared hungrily, fantasizing about being taken and ravaged, giving myself willingly to his pleasure. Time stood still, as I devoured him with my eyes. When I noticed his cock stiffening, it hit me, and I looked up to see him smile, knowing exactly where my mind was focused.

When he stood up, my eyes widened as his full hard-on stretched the fabric, needing to be released. My shock must have startled him, and he looked down at it then back at me, with a slightly terrified look.

"Oh shit, Mrs. Stilson, I am so sorry. It's just having a beautiful woman and in a red bikini looking at me like... I, ah."

"No, I'm sorry, Mark. It's the stress of the move and my mom stoking the flames, I can't believe how I've acted. There's no excuse for it. You just seem so nice, and the thought of your fiancée throwing you aside."

"So, you feel sorry for me...."

"God, no, you're gorgeous! You could have your choice of women." I stopped myself. I just kept getting in deeper and couldn't seem to stop digging. I looked at the ground, red faced. "I'm going to shut up now and go inside where it's cool. Please take a break, come inside, and cool off. I'll get your money and we can call it a day."

"Let me finish this one, and I will take you up on the offer to get out of this heat. I really want to finish the job you're paying me for. I hope I haven't ruined this opportunity, Mrs. Stilson."

"Please call me Amy. Mrs. Stilson is my mother in law," I said, as I went inside. "Nothing's ruined. You haven't done anything but be a gentleman and let a couple of married ladies have a little fun. We just got carried away, and I apologize."

I was angry with myself for letting the cute, little fantasy, Mom helped instigate, grow into a near obsession. At the same time, I had to ask myself why I just insisted he call me Amy. Beyond that, I told myself to get a cover-up and stop antagonizing him. But once again, hungry for attention, I didn't get the cover-up. I liked being lusted over, and I didn't really want it to stop.