Renate sipped her wine and smacked another mosquito from her leg. The air was humid and pregnant with impending rain. So far, the party was a listless disaster.
She crossed her eyes at Garrett across the circle of lawn chairs. He gave her a pinky wave and mimicked mopping sweat from his forehead. It was fucking hot and miserable. No one dared to leave, though. It was a housewarming and no one wanted to be the first to abandon ship. The house was definitely warmed, Renate thought. The power had gone out hours ago.
Conversation was strained and the guests were guzzling water instead of wine to beat the heat.
"A little music always helps," Mason said. Mason was a friend of the hostess, a musician from Vermont with an easy smile and a personality to match. He settled into a chair next to Renate. He gave her a smile, punctuated with a quick glance at her sweaty cleavage.
"Please. Anything to liven it up!" she stage whispered, leaning forward to give him a better view. "My sister's upset."
She gave Candy a smile across the yard. Renate felt for her little sister. A party that bombs is a scar that lasts forever.
Mason started strumming. His voice was rich and smoky in the sinking twilight. Renate let the music take her from oppressive reality to a nice, sandy beach. She felt the imaginary breeze, smelled the salt air.
Mason's knee pressed against hers. He never missed a beat but continued his beautiful song with a long, slow glance her way.
Renate smiled back and returned the pressure, making her interest clear. She felt the softened denim of his well-worn jeans against her bare, hot skin. Nice. Her eyes locked with Garrett's, but only briefly. She glanced away with a secret thrill that warmed a path from the V of her legs to her throat.
She leaned close to Mason. So close that his shaggy blond hair tickled her cheek and the smell of him invaded her nostrils. "I'm sure you hear this all the time..."
****
The first thing that Renate noticed was that he was smooth all over. She noticed it only fleetingly, however, in her haste to take off his clothes.
"This might not be the best idea," he said. Not the most convincing argument, as he was lying on his back on the bed, his erection showing a different opinion.
His cock, hard and ready, was softly illuminated by the candle burning on the table. Renate grasped him and slid her hands along the shaft, milking and working his eager member. Her lips dipped to the head and she slowly circled her tongue around the ridge of flesh. His back arched and he sucked air violently through clenched teeth.
"Does that convince you?" she asked.
His hands plunged into her hair as he pushed greedily against her. Renate took him in fully, relaxing her throat as her lips slid down until they brushed his pubic bone. Mason's hands changed direction and plunged down the front of her filmy tank top. He found her nipples and twisted. A little too hard, a little to fast. Just the way she liked it. Her clit throbbed with a heartbeat of its own as her arousal increased.
"Get out of those clothes," he growled.
She did. She pulled the thin top over her head and shrugged the bohemian skirt from her hips. Stark naked, she moved toward him with purpose.
"Nothing underneath," he noted, sounding drunk. He was completely sober but his eyes burned with a stunned excitement in the dim light.
"Waste of time," Renate sighed.
Taking his cock, slick with her spit, she straddled him. He thrust his hips up to meet her, his cock blindly seeking her cunt.
"Easy," she said, pinning his chest with one hand. "Take your time. Better yet, let me take my time."
Renate pushed the head of Mason's cock against her sodden opening. Her need was to impale herself on him swiftly and fuck his brains out. She restrained herself. She rocked her hips so his cock circled her slit. When he grasped her breasts with a little too much force her head fell back. Her brain shut down. She added a slight pressure and the head of his prick entered her. She kept it there, maddeningly close to penetration.
"Please," he said.
She liked that word. It was her favorite thing to hear when she sat atop a handsome young man.
Another centimeter. She clenched her muscles and gripped him with warm, velvet strength. Mason moaned, wriggling on the bed in frustration. Another centimeter, another millimeter, another clench.
He traced his hands along her flanks. They blindly sought contact to make up for the torturous rate of her descent.
When his breath was nothing more than a harsh intake and output of air, Renate plunged. She admitted his full length with a swift buck of her hips.
"That's it, baby," she sighed, a little flint in her voice. "Stay that way. Nice and hard."
Renate rode him. She swirled her hips, letting the tip of his cock tickle her deep inside. She pushed him into the perfect spot, tightened her knees along his thighs like a vise. Sweat made trails of salty moisture along her naked flesh. She felt a rivulet run down between her breasts. She bent forward, forcing her nipple into Mason's mouth. He clamped down instantly, sucking and rolling the engorged and hardened flesh over his tongue.
Renate increased her tempo, feeling his erection stroking the sweet bundle of nerves in her deepest spot. She felt herself clench and knew orgasm was close. She held it off. Not yet. Not now.
Mason grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her. His face looked haunted in the candlelight.
"Hold on," she laughed, waiting. It should come at any moment.
There! The knocking on the door.
"Reny?" Garrett's voice at the door.
"Who's that?" Mason quietly hissed, moving beneath her.
"My husband," she whispered.
Mason's eyes went wide, his motions slowed.
"Don't stop, dammit!" she growled. "He'll go away if I don't answer." She pistoned against him, her orgasm dangerously close.
The footsteps moved away. It was too late, though. Mason's fear and excitement was palpable. Contagious.
"Fuck me," she ordered. And he did.
Watching her face, he took control, forcing her against him with a hint of anger. Feeling betrayed, maybe. His excitement engulfed her like drifting smoke.
"I didn't know you were married," he accused as his cock hardened noticeably within her.
"Doesn't matter."
Here it came. The orgasm ripped through her with rolling shudders of brutal pleasure. Pleasure steeped in fear and excitement.
Mason arched up against her, his tendons taut with release. A second, smaller orgasm pulsed through her aching cunt when he came, the feel of his anxiety pushing her to another delectable contraction.
She planted a kiss on Mason's cheek and left him with a bewildered look on his face.
****
"How was he?" Garrett whispered.
Renate filled her wine glass. "Delicious."
Her husband wrapped her in a hug. His stiff cock nestled in the crack of her ass.
"Want to go home?"
"Yes, please."
Originally published December, 2005