Page 5 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER THREE

Autumn

I turned and slid down the wall next to the window with a sigh. Knees high and vibrator still pleasantly buzzing inside me. Jerry soaked by the water hose was almost as sexy as him plain sweaty. I worked the toy in and out nice and easy, building leisurely to another orgasm. This experience was well worth at least a two-fer. The tartness of my pussy had perfumed the room and mixed with the intensified engine exhaust and sweaty musk of Jerry standing under my window. I could still hear him splashing water over his shoulders and blowing air through the stream. His breath sounded harsh and fast, the way I wanted to feel it against my ear as he rode me. With his sun-pinked cheek and light shadow of beard rasping my skin.

The little moan as my muscles clamped down hard with growing pleasure came out almost too loud, and I bit my lips together. Breath rushed in and out my nose as another wave raced up my spine. I rolled onto my side, legs pressed tight to increase the pressure of the stretch each time the dildo pushed deeper. Jerry had tried to shield the outline of his hard cock from me, but the wet fabric had done him no favors. It made me happy to have the exact shape to apply to my fantasy. Thick, tip to root, and not too terribly long so as to make a girl’s cervix recoil but long enough to tickle just right. Damn, I ached to have him come running upstairs, plow me into the carpet and turn me into a shaking, wordless puddle in his arms.

The orgasm broke with a breath stealing rush of quivering pulses and clenching muscles. I plunged a hand into my hair, shoving the dildo in hard and fast as I tugged on the strands. I cried out into the carpet and rolled my hips as I started to come down, gasping and almost perfectly spent.

Spots popped before my eyes as the pleasure peaked and my breath slowed. Rolling onto my back, I pulled the dildo free and savored the wetness clinging to the silicon by popping it into my mouth. The tart slipperiness, fresh tasting with the barest hint of sweat, coated my tongue.

Would Jerry like a kiss full of the taste of my pussy? I doodled a finger around my nipple, staring at the ceiling as I sucked the dildo clean. Would the flavor flip his switch as much as it flips mine?

A soft grunting sound and a splash startled me. I could hear water rushing through the pipes inside the walls. Jerry must still be cooling off.

Oh no… I smacked a hand over my mouth. Did he hear me?

I crawled to the edge of the window and made enough of a crack in the curtain to peek through. His sneakered feet came into view first. They stuck out from where he’d sat on the grass to lean against the house. The water-saturated area formed a darker green circle around him, and it still splashed onto his lap. More specifically, on his crotch. He’d turned his face toward the sky and sat, eyes closed, sprawled and completely soaked hair to shoes. The hand not holding the hose lay palm up as if waiting for someone to grab hold.

The raging boner from earlier had grown into a very generous swelling and lay perfectly outlined by the clinging, wet cotton. Right down to the gentle curve of the head.

Cara won’t be here for two more hours.

I eased the dildo back inside me. Leaning forward, I pushed it in and out, then moved onto my knees, fucking it against the floor. As I worked it deeper into the swollen flesh, I reached out to the side and imagined Jerry’s hand grasping mine as I closed my eyes and rode him to the breaking point.

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