The Neighbor's Son
Estranged wife Cassie Cooper didn't think much of the noticeably good looking son of her neighbor... up until the day she fell asleep on the window seat and found out shy Lucas was watching her. Left alone at home for six months and untouched more than that, Cassie felt a sudden thrill that escalated quickly — to the point where she was willing to try the unspeakable. More
Author's Note: This is a 4000+ word short story depicting graphic scenes between adults; all characters are older than 18. Reader's discretion is advised.
"Go on and drink it, Lucas," I said, a little breathless.
This time he couldn't take his eyes off me, obediently lifting the glass to his lips and took a gulp. I watched and waited, trying to catch the signs.
He was still looking at me and then I saw the flash, quick and subtle, wouldn't have shown to a casual observer.
The green turned emerald for a split second but his face was now naked, none of the shyness, none of the restraint was there anymore. He was staring hungrily at me, his eyes telling me in no uncertain terms what he wanted to do with me. I felt my heart pounding, heat rising back up my cheeks.
I sat down on a stool next to him and leaned against the counter. "I wanted to thank you again, Lucas. It was really an inconvenience and you took care of it, just like that."
He was still staring but what came out of his mouth sounded automatic. "You're welcome, Mrs Cooper."
"I... ah," I swallowed as I breathed in his scent, a little soap, a little sun and grass. "I really wanted to thank you."
He blinked slowly, his eyes dropping below the collar of my shirt. His tongue darted out again and I had to bite back a moan, even as I leaned in and let him have a look.
"I wanted to reward you," I whispered, embarrassment thick in my voice.
He didn't move and now I was certain he was taking in the sight of my breasts, only subtly covered by this particular shirt.
"What do you want, Lucas?"
-Tell me what you want. I will not say No. You can have anything.-
I could see him swallowing now. -Anything.-
His hand reached out and touched my hair, just a breath, hovering there. "I... I want your mouth."
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