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She heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway as he drove up. She glanced at the clock. He was right on time. No excuse to grumble at him, but she felt like grumbling. Couldn’t he even give her a good reason to be in a bad mood?

The door was opening. She heard him whistling a bit. He was sorting through the mail that she had left on the small table near the front door. The dog scampered into the hallway to greet him. “Hey, boy, what adventures have you had today? That’s a good dog.” She could tell from the thump, thump, thump of the dog’s tail that he was scratching it in its favorite spot just behind the ears. Well, if he thought she’d be giving him a friendly greeting with tail wagging, he had another think coming. After all, she had her pride.

He was headed toward the kitchen now. His shoes had been left behind at the door, but she could hear him padding toward her in stockinged feet.

“Hey, Sweetie. How’d the day go?” He pulled her back against his chest and she could feel his warm breath at her ear. No, she would not give in so easily. She continued to peel the potatoes as if her life depended on completing the mundane task. “Hmm.” He still had his mouth close to her ear. “Maybe you need an injection of happy juice!”

She pulled away as his tongue poked into her ear sending little shivers up her spine. She tried not to grin and took a step back saying, “Take your hands off of me you filthy beast!” How could she stand her ground when he stood there with that half grin of his. Honestly, she had a reason for being miffed. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened. He was not taking her seriously at all!

“Ah, an exposst neckk!” He lunged for the other side of her neck now. Why hadn’t she worn a turtleneck or something instead of the peasant top he liked? Her expanse of skin above the blouse gave him too large a target. Using her forearm to stave off any attacks on her neck, she turned around toward him.

He looked at her innocently, yet she could from his downward glance that there was increasing interest. She determined not to give up yet. She pouted.

“You men think sex will solve anything!” she rolled her eyes to emphasize her point. At the mention of the word sex, his eyes widened and she could feel her heart beat just a bit faster. But he appeared to be considering her remark and did not pull her closer.

“No,” he replied, “sometimes you need a toilet plunger…” In spite of her resolve to be aloof, she sputtered a laugh. “How on earth would you use a toilet plunger?” she asked.

“Well, not for sex, that’s for sure.” He moved a step closer and she could see a twinkle in his eyes. “I just don’t want you to think sex is the cure for everything.” He was leering at her now. “We could try it in the bathroom, though, if you want…”

She felt warmth creep up from her legs to her belly. Looking at pendik escort him and seeing the combination of pure affection and healthy lust in his eyes made her knees weaken. This was dangerous territory. She had to get back to the point she wanted to make. Point out the obvious, then move to a new topic, she thought.

“We already do it often enough in the shower. Anyplace else in the bathroom would be? um, exposed.”

He smiled again and pulled her closer to him. She relented a bit and put her head on his shoulder. She felt secure. Then she remembered and stood upright. She turned back to the potatoes. “Men!” she thought to herself.

He stood next to her and started to put away the dishes. At every opportunity he casually touched her-hip, arm, shoulder. She revived her nearly forgotten grumpy state of mind. “So, don’t I keep the kitchen clean enough for you that you have to do my job?”

He looked at her sideways and raised an eyebrow. “Yup, Maybe I’ll have to eat you-er, beat you for it.” Hah, she thought. No nibbling on this neck, fellah, until she had made her point. He continued, “Or maybe you could say I’m eliminating excuses for later. Or you could say I’m just being nice because you’ve had a hard day…”

“That’s it,” she thought. “He acts as if he has no idea about what is wrong.” She threw a potato peeling at him. Hadn’t he sensed how uncomfortable she had been when that Bonnie Homewrecker Louvesque had cornered them on the way out of church yesterday? She sighed and paused. The potato she had been peeling was now half its original size. She hadn’t realized how upset the memory of the conversation had left her. “It’s that Bonnie Louvesque woman. She thinks she’s so perfect, and the men drool over her.” She thought of the petite, bubbly, well-endowed blonde who wore low-cut necklines and found plenty of reasons to bend over to pick things up. She’d seen the eyes of several men follow Bonnie’s movements more than once before.

“Who’s Bonnie Louvwhatsis?” he asked. She ignored his remark. As if he didn’t know. Bonnie had batted her perfect eyelashes more than once his way. “Just before you got home she called and had the audacity to ask for my pink goo recipe. And she wanted to know if you could come to her rescue on Friday and work on some “dangerous, scary electricity stuff” that needs to be done before the Chamber of Commerce party that she is throwing. And you do too know who she is.” The innocent, gentleman act was not going to help him out here.

“Ah, you mean that peroxide blonde who’s all air between the ears and all silicone between the shoulders?” he replied. She grinned mentally at his description, but didn’t let it show. “I hope you told her I wasn’t available.”

Slightly mollified by his reply, she said, “I told her I’d ask you and she said just to have you call and let her know.” She stuck out maltepe escort her lower lip, wishing that she could tell Bonnie a thing or two about staying away from men in general and her man in particular.

“Well, call her and tell her I’m indisposed. Or tell her I’m scheduled on Friday-She might not understand the word indisposed. After all, I have a hot date with you that I can’t break.” he smiled at her again and pulled her toward him.

“You don’t want to tell her yourself?” she asked, hoping that he would make another crack about what Bonnie lacked.

“That’s one clutch I want to stay out of. Much prefer your clutches. He tightened his grip on her and she saw the warmth begin to return to his gaze. “You have a potato peel on your arm.” she remarked.

He held up his arm and reached around her neck to take it, then stuffed it down the front of her blouse. “Ooooooh, you!” she shrieked, and ran out of the kitchen pulling at the ribbon ties of the blouse to retrieve the offending peel. As she did she heard him following her upstairs. Uh-oh. Her heart began to beat more quickly. She knew that the potatoes would have to wait a while because they were going to be practicing some clutching of their own.

Chapter two

She let him chase her into the bedroom, and stopped just inside the door so he would run into her while she pretended to adjust the ties on her neckline, loosening them and managing to lower the neckline a good three inches in the process.

He was alert enough to collide with her gently, and wrapped his arms around her directly under her breasts, pushing them enticingly upward. “Now I’ve gotchyou, me beauuty,” he said in his best pirate accent, “and such a hilly shoreline! I think I’ll climb those hills. Mmm.” He nuzzled her neck while looking down her cleavage. “Think if I give you a hickey, I can kiss it and make it better? You must have six inches of cleavage, by the way.”

The argument forgotten, she smirked, “Only six inches?” and arched her back to increase the effect, which was, after all, pretty attention-getting to start with. “And no. Give me a hickey on my nipples instead,” and she pulled her neckline down over his hands, exposing her erect nipples.

He spun her around and ducked his head to kiss the closest one.

The sensation in her loins told her she was quite ready to let him go to town on her nipples, but she decided to play some more, and pushed his head down, leaning on the back of his neck, a breast on each side, and reached under to grab his crotch. “My turn to check you out!” she said, grabbing his already erect member through his pants, making him grunt and her crotch tingle even more. She gasped at the tingle and at his hardness, and her knees felt weak.

Not to be outdone, he reached up under her skirt and caressed her pussy with the back of his fingers and slid kartal escort his other hand onto her butt, pulling her pussy toward his mouth.

In reflex, her knees bent, opening the space and giving him better access.

They started to lose balance, and he quickly pushed her onto the bed, where she plopped onto her back, the skirt dropping on her legs about mid-thigh.

He stood there a moment admiring her slight disarray, curly blonde hair surrounding her head like a halo, one nipple still exposed, the other barely covered, pressing eagerly through the thin fabric of her blouse, legs apart. Smiling seductively at him.

“Pull up your skirt,” he demanded, “so I can look.”

Obediently, she reached down and pulled the hem up to her waist, exposing her swollen, clean-shaved folds, already moist with anticipation.

He grinned. “Now where’s that toilet plunger?”

“EEK!” She clamped her legs together and rolled away onto the middle of the bed, where she spread her legs again and re-hitched up her skirt. “You don’t need that. You have your own plunger, and I want you to use it.”

“Okay if I take my pants off first?”

“Please do. And your shirt.”

She admired his trim form as he lowered his pants and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a belly remarkably flat for someone his age. Just looking at him turned her on more, and she spread her legs a little farther apart.

“Now get on the bed.” It was her turn to give the orders, and he complied with a leering grin.

“Let’s see. Now where do I go next? Ah! I see a likely place!” and he walked on his knees into the space between her legs and worked his way closer and closer until his erection was less than an inch from her eager pussy. “Now with a toilet plunger you’re supposed to be really vigorous, but I think I’ll be gentle,” and he carefully slid his member over the bare skin of her folds.

“You don’t have to be quite that gentle, she moaned, moving her hips down and up to coordinate with his up and down.

He pressed a little harder, and the end of his manhood began to slip inside the folds of her womanhood.

She gasped when he slid over her clit.

“You like that? Should I do it some more?” he asked, pretending innocence.

“Oh yes! Yes! Please, more!” she begged, putting her hands on her breasts and pinching her nipples while she rocked her hips against him.

He began thrusting, alternating between sliding over her clit and plunging deeper and deeper into her. Soon he stayed inside and reached over to use his thumb, sliding it over her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Oh yes! yes! Don’t stop!” She could feel a climax approaching and the world began to spin.

His voice changed as his climax approached, and the sound pushed her over the edge.

“AAAAA AAAA!!” she cried out in ecstasy, rocking her hips in time with his primal “Uh uh uh” as he climaxed.

They both heaved a big sigh of satisfaction, and after a few moments he plopped over on his side, facing her. He ran his finger along her cheek and said, “You can get mad at me like that any time you want.”

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