For days after, it was all Tabitha could think
about. Tom, naked outside her window while she was getting her morning
coffee. His uncommon grace and ease when he masturbated captivated her.
The roadrunner tattoo had become her favourite fantasy image; each time
she closed her eyes she returned to those few moments.
never have understood. So she'd made up a lame explanation about watching
two robins scrapping under the hedge. Without another word, he'd taken his
coffee and the morning paper into the dining room. There he sat reading
while she prepared his breakfast, silently. They didn't talk anymore, he
read and she did her chores around him. Then he went off to the office
where he remained until late evening. When he got home he ate while
reading and then went to bed, never saying a word. How their lives had
changed, how dissatisfied she'd become. She'd tried to interest him in
different things and been ignored. Finally she gave up and began looking
for things that interested her without him. And then Tom appeared in the
While she walked, her arms full of shopping bags,
her thoughts returned to him. Naked, skin gleaming in the early morning
sun and that tattoo she wanted so much to see again. The store windows
held no interest for her and she walked blindly past them heading home.
She turned the corner onto her street still lost in thought. The
sudden collision sent her sprawling. Her bags went flying and she lay
dumbstruck as Tom began sputtering apologies. He quickly squatted down
beside her to see if she was all right.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry. Are
you hurt? Did you hurt yourself? Take it easy, is your back okay?" He
began running his hands over her, checking for injuries while he babbled
on about how sorry he was. Regaining a small semblance of focus, she
noticed that her skirt had bunched up around the top of her thighs. The
tops of her stockings were clearly visible to him, or anyone who happened
by and looked.
"Ah! My wrist, oh damn," she muttered, her mind
"Just lay still, let me check you," he said sternly. He
slid his hands carefully down her body and then down each leg. Finally,
his attention came to rest on the swelling of her right wrist. "Is
anything else sore? I can't find anything but I'm not a
"No, I don't think so. I'm fine honestly, just my wrist
and it hurts like a son-of-a-B. I landed on it I think." Tabitha
"Okay, let me help you upeasy now," he said. He moved
around so he could put his arm around her and helped her sit up.
Tabitha watched him try not to stare at the tops of her stockings,
her thighs. She also saw the lump growing at his crotch. Although her
wrist hurt incredibly, she realized that her opportunity had arrived. When
she tried to get up, she twisted a little and spread her knees slightly.
The white silk crotch of her panties peaked out at him.
damn!" Tabitha moaned. Every time she moved her wrist it was like a knife
blade being twisted.
"It's okay, I'll make sure you get it seen
to. I can't believe I actually ran into you like that. I'm so sorry." He
gathered up her shopping, stuffing it back into the bags for her. Setting
it beside her on the pavement it finally dawned on him who he'd run
"It wasn't all your fault, I wasn't looking where I was going
either. I'm afraid I was off in some dream land or something. Just help me
get up and I'll be all right," she said, trying once more to struggle to
her feet. In the process she made sure her skirt rose up even higher,
exposing more of her thighs. This time she made it to her feet, but then
sagged against him. Her one hand tightened on his arms, her head coming to
rest on his shoulders.
"Hey now, you better let me help you home.
You can't live far and I'm not going anywhere." He was extremely aware of
his growing erection bent uncomfortably in his slacks. Wrapping his arms
around her didn't do anything to relieve it, but he wasn't about to let
Tabitha was back remembering him naked, almost
afraid to let him see her face. She was flushed and her panties felt
suddenly wet with her growing excitement. There was also the bulge nudging
her thigh and as innocently as she could, she rubbed against it.
"Are you sure, I mean you weren't on your way to work or to meet
your lady or anything were you?" she fished. He smelled so good, clean
with just a hint of sweat from the heat.
"No, no lady friend, and
I'm not back to work yet. I just transferred here and don't start for
another few days. So you see, I have nothing to do but rescue you and make
sure you get home safe and sound. If that's all right I mean?" A smile
tugged at his mouth and he silently prayed she'd say it was.
it's all right, at the moment I don't think I'd be able to let you go. My
knees feel kinda shaky." Tabitha really was feeling much better, but she
wanted to hold on for awhile longer yet.
"You don't have to let
go, just let me grab your bag and we'll be off," he said. Leaning down he
tried to discreetly realign his growing erection then took hold of her
With one arm around Tabitha and the other full of
groceries, he was uncomfortably aware of his tented slacks. Hoping she
wouldn't notice, they began to walk. Each step was a small agony, as his
prick lay bent and rubbed along his thigh. Thankfully it was a short walk
and after a couple of blocks they turned in to her yard.
stood at her doorway she fumbled with the keys and he once more came to
her rescue. Her wrist had swelled so that manipulating the keys was more
than she could manage.
"Here, let me," he offered, taking them from
her and opening the door. Passing them back he waited, hoping she'd invite
"You can't leave now, I mean come in," she chuckled at her
clumsy offer and stepped inside. He, of course followed eagerly, her bag
in his arms. She tossed her keys onto the bookcase and headed for the
kitchen and some ice. His soft footsteps followed so close behind that
when she stopped to turn on the coffee he bumped into her. His manhood
stiffened even more as it rubbed against her behind and she pressed back.
"You're going to have to stop bumping into me," she chuckled again
at his quick blush. "Just put the bag on the table there. You're going to
have to give me a hand to put ice on this wrist, I could do it alone but
it's easier if you help," she said opening the freezer and pulling an ice
tray out, "and you haven't told me your name yet, I'm Tabitha by the way."
One handed she found a bag, then held it out for him to hold while she
dumped the ice into it.
"I'm Tom, Tom Jackson. I'm about as clumsy
as they come around you aren't I?" he said, while taking the ice tray and
releasing the cubes into the bag. He dropped the tray into the sink and
took the bag from her, twisting it closed. "Where's your towels? I'll get
one to wrap around this so it's not so hard on your wrist."
drawer down, right there," Tabitha nodded towards the row of drawers by
the sink. He opened it, grabbed the top towel and wrapped the ice bag as
she moved to the kitchen table and sat facing him. His crotch was at eye
level and only a few steps away. She could feel her pussy dripping as her
mind went back to his tattoo. How he'd stroked himself and how he'd
sprayed his juices all over her hedge.
"How does your wrist feel
now, any different? Better, worse, the same?" he asked taking those few
steps toward her. Now he was inches away and she wanted him desperately.
"It's sore, but no worse," Tabitha replied. Then before she knew
what was coming, said, "I saw you." She was shocked at her bluntness, but
glad it was said. She raised her eyes slowly, letting them wander up his
torso then finally to his face.
He'd stopped when she said it,
unsure of what she was going to do. When he saw her face, the wanting
there, he smiled softly and said, "Yes I'd hoped you were there, watching
me. I also hope you're not angry with me for doing it." He took her hand
gently, put the ice pack on the table, and then laid her wrist onto it.
"No, not angry, I was shocked butdamn! It turned me on and it's
all I've been able to think about since." She flushed at her admission,
but kept going, "your tattoo, the roadrunner, I've been dreaming about it.
Lord I can't believe I'm saying this to you, almost a total stranger."
"Not exactly a total stranger Tabitha," he said softly squatting
down in front of her, wincing as his erection was again bent at an
uncomfortable angle. "I felt like I knew you the first time I saw you.
Almost as if we'd been together somewhere, somehow before."
her good hand she slid her fingertips over his cheek and across his lips.
He kissed them, then took them between his teeth and bit softly. Tabitha
gasped, then he sucked them in, twirling his tongue around them. Her
nipples tensed and she wanted him to take her, right there.
" She moaned, not sure what she was asking, but wanting him. Their eyes
locked and he knew. He released her fingers and stood before
"I want you Tabitha, but I don't want to hurt you. Are you
sure it's all right?"
"Yes, yes please. I want you too Tom, you
have no idea how much," her voice quavered. One handed she reached for his
belt and tugged at it, trying to unfasten it. He let her struggle with it,
then the button and zipper, feeling his heart race. "Help me damn it," she
tugged futilely, trying to free him. He gripped her hand, stopping her for
a moment and gazed into her eyes.
"Watch," was all he said and
smiled down at her. He stepped back and stripped for her. Slowly,
beginning with his shirt, baring inches of skin at a time then tossing it
on the floor. Caressing his chest, he winked at her as he pinched his tiny
erect nipples. Then he slid his palms down over his stomach, slowly,
seductively, making her wish they were her hands.
back baby and spread your legs for me. Please," he asked. She scooted
forward in her chair and after pulling her skirt higher, spread her legs.
Her panties were soaked and her musky scent permeated the air around them.
Tom kicked off his shoes then tugged his socks off, tossing them towards
his shirt. He turned his back on her, mischievously looking over his
shoulder at her lust filled gaze. Then with trembling fingers eased into
his waistband, he slowly pushed his slacks down. His bottom faced her, and
as he bent he pushed his slacks lower, offering her a close up view of
what she'd be fantasizing. His tattoo appeared, and she ached to touch it,
touch him. His firm butt cheeks tensed then relaxed as she groaned with
"Take them off Tom, I need to see you naked again. I
need to touch you," she blurted. She'd clenched her fist and pressed it
against the sodden, almost transparent crotch of her panties, trying to
relieve some of the ache. But it built again, this time faster and her
juices trickled between her cheeks.
"I know you do, and so do I.
Patience baby, you'll get what you want," he growled. Making a performance
of it, he slid his hands up the backs of his legs as he rose. His
underwear was tight and almost thin enough to see through, but not quite.
Slipping his fingers into the leg openings he tugged the cotton upward
exposing his cheeks, then wriggled, teasing her and himself.
you Tom, I'm ready to scream and you haven't even touched me yet," she
moaned. He stood up then turned to face her, and watched her squirm out of
her panties. She held them towards him and with a smile, he took them and
pressed them against face and inhaled deeply.
"Oh God you smell
good. Good enough to eat. Stand up for a second, no better yet where's
your bed? I want you on a bed." He reached for her hand and pulled her up.
"This is crazy isn't it?" he groaned then wrapped her in his arms.
Willingly she moulded herself against him, feeling the throbbing heat of
him through her clothing. His erection flattened against her and seemed to
burn through the thin cotton dress. She slid her hands slid around him but
whimpered when her wrist rubbed against his hip, pulling
"You're going to have to help me. Either bandage this thing
or something, it really is sore." She hated to halt their play but knew it
would be worse if she let it go.
"Of course, God I'm thick,
where's your bandage stuff, first aid kit or whatever?" He hadn't released
her and she felt her heat rising along with his. Both of his hands were on
her butt, pulling her against him.
"You're going to have to let me
go for just a minute. It's in the bathroom," she sighed, not wanting him
to let go at all. Raising her arms she wrapped them around his neck and
pulled herself onto her toes. Softly she touched her lips to his, but as
their hunger grew the kiss deepened, tongues flicked out and tasted. Again
she bumped her wrist and jerked at the sharp pain.
use, you're going to have to bandage it for me. Just wait a second, I'll
be right back," she whispered. With a last parting tease of a wriggle, she
twisted away then went for the first aid kit. Tom watched her round ass
retreat then disappeared around the corner.
Moments later he heard
her close a cabinet door then she was heading back towards him. He perched
his butt on the edge of the table, posing. But she was one step ahead of
him and when she turned the corner, he groaned. She'd stripped, and as she
got closer he saw her nipples tighten. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
The soft round breasts topped with large, erect buds of desire swayed
gently as she approached. The curve of her waist and the gentle swell of
her belly had him hypnotized. He could feel the pre cum leaking from the
head of his cock as erotic thoughts filled his mind. Her nearly naked
joining, its soft fur she'd neatly trimmed on a whim this very morning.
Shapely, long legs finally brought her to stand before him, where she
stood waiting for him to look at her face. When he finally did she was
grinning, as was he.
"I guess I'm not the only one that can tease
huh?" he said. It was then that he noticed her outstretched hand, bandage
and tape held for him.
"Right," he chuckled and took it from her,
then waited for her to sit down. Her wrist was no worse but the swelling
was painful when she moved it. So carefully and with some skill, he
wrapped it as she laid it across his thigh. "Let me know if it's too tight
or anything, okay?" he said as he taped the end of the elastic bandage.
"It feels good, and so do you," Tabitha said, her fingers traced a
hot line up his thigh. He was still perched on the edge of the table. His
shorts were on, but his erection hadn't faded in the least. He dropped the
tape on the table then spreading his feet and reached for her. Dodging his
hand she said sternly, "Don't touch, not yet. It's my turn to
Growling softly, Tom placed his hands on the table beside
his butt and tried to hold still. She continued to slide her fingers along
his outer thigh from his knee upwards, then along the tight material of
his shorts and over his hip. The muscles quivered under her slow trailing
fingers and she scratched him. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to
leave lines across his clenched cheek.
"Hey!" he gasped, but she
saw his erection jump. Before he could say another word she slid the palm
of her hand over it and gave his shaft a squeeze. Gripping him firmly she
rubbed him, up and down soothing his small hurt. When he began to thrust
himself into her hand, she let go.
Looking up at him, as
innocently as she could, she asked, "would you like to take these off or
do you plan on keeping them on?"
"Off, damn you're driving me
crazy," he mumbled, tugging the offending piece of cotton down then tossed
them onto his small pile of clothes. Before he straightened up again he
kissed her, hungrily, thoroughly taking her breath away. When he pulled
away, they were both gasping, desire written all over their faces.
"Yeah I know, that's my plan," she managed to say. He straightened
up and his erection almost touched her face. Tabitha licked her lips and
then the tip of his cock without touching him anywhere else. Like a cat
licking cream, she savoured the taste of pre cum as it coated her tongue.
The plump head jerked each time she touched it, and she lapped further
along the shaft. Her teeth touched him and her mouth opened wide,
engulfing the crown.
He gripped the edge of the table, to keep
from interfering with her, but was close to losing it. When his cock
touched the inside of her mouth his hips jerked and he groaned loudly.
Slowly she took more in, sucking and twirling her tongue around him. It
was all he could do not to thrust himself into her sweetly torturous
mouth. Even so, when she began to move up and down, his hips began that
age old rhythm. She varied her technique and he trembled. First deep
inside, then nibbled, she dragged him towards exploding, but wouldn't let
him get there. Only her mouth touched him for the longest time. Then she
cradled his testicles in her good hand. He pulsed in her mouth,
dangerously close to bathing her tonsils with his cream. He tried to pull
away, to stop her deliciously sweet mouth from making him cum but she held
on. Hands on her shoulders, his fingers tightened as the sperm churned and
began its climb.
"Please, oh fuck you're gonna get a mouthful if
you don't stop. Ah, sweet Jesus, don't stop" His hips and thighs tensed,
the muscles quivered as his need took hold. Her long fingers wrapped
around his sack, jiggling his balls then explored further behind. His cock
expanded in her mouth and she knew his climax was imminent and she sucked
hard. Her fingers found his crinkled brown star and pressed against it.
With a deep growl, he erupted. Her mouth was immediately awash with his
thick cream. Swallowing convulsively, she was ready for the next when it
came, and moaned with appreciation when it did. Each time he spewed
another glob of cum she pressed the ball of her fingers against his anus.
By the time he was done, he could barely stay on his feet. He sagged back,
hands resting on the table while she made sure she'd taken it all.
Looking up, she released him and said, "Looks like I teased you a
bit too much huh?"
He gazed down at her lust filled face and still
trying to catch his breath, replied, "Yeah, for the first round, but give
me about fifteen minutes and I'll be ready for round two. That should be
enough time to get you climbing the walls."
A smile brightened her
face as she replied, " I was hoping you'd say that."
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