THE OVERNIGHT GUEST

They had been married forever. Or, at least, it seemed that way. He had been young and handsome once, a daredevil youth with a lopsided grin. Now, after so many years, he was a middle aged, balding, overweight bundle of mortgage and tuition payments. She still loved him. How could she not? He adored her and supported her and was a great father figure and provider. But, she still felt young and vibrant and wanted more than a snoring, wheezing carcass next to her. She wanted excitement and passion and ecstasy. She wanted what was asleep down in the guestroom. The young student, invited to stay the night by her husband. A youth with a lopsided grin and intense dark eyes. At dinner she could feel them piercing her, exciting her.

She slipped gently out from beneath the covers. Her feet touched the coolness of the wood floor and she glided quietly across the room and out the door. She paused at the top of the stairs. "What was she doing!" She wondered. Was she just going down to the guestroom and jump on him? Attack him before he knew what was happening? No, she rationalized, she was just curious. She would slip into the room and watch him sleep for awhile. Listen to his breath sounds. Maybe he slept nude! Maybe she'd get a glimpse of that great little tush peeking out of the covers. She giggled to herself as she gingerly crept down the stairs to the door of the guestroom.

The door was half-open to allow the breeze to drift through the room. It was going to be easier than she thought. No hinge squeak to possibly wake other members of the household or their guest. Stealthily, she slipped into the room. The moonlight illuminated the scene in pale blue light. He was asleep on the day bed. Spread full out diagonally across the bed. He lay on his stomach with both arms under the pillow. He was naked to the waist. His tanned and smooth back muscles rippled slightly with his soft clear breathing. The sheet was wrapped around him from the waist down, pulling tightly around his hips and behind. One leg was covered by the sheet. The other, slightly bent and lying exposed to the night air, showed its strong and tight musculature. He appeared as a young Greek God, asleep in the moonlight.

She went to the edge of the bed and kneeled down. She could gaze on his full body and see it clearly in the moonlight. Her breathing became slightly shallow as she gazed down the length of him. "Wonder what the other side looks like?" She thought, then just as quickly, "Get a hold of yourself, girl!" Her gaze stopped suddenly at the tight round mound halfway down his body. The thing that had brought her there in the first place, his bottom. She squeezed her legs together as a devilish thought occurred to her. Would it wake him if she touched it? Not if she did it ever so gently. She stretched out her hand shyly and with a little hesitation. Slowly, she reached her objective. She let her palm light gently on his sheet-covered buns. The coolness of the

sheets was in direct contrast to the warmth of his body beneath. She indulged her hand a bit more pressure and slowly and gently let it glide along the outlined form, feeling the contours of the flesh beneath. She was suddenly aware that her free hand had slid her nightgown up her legs and with palm pressed to floor, for balance, her arm was pressed firmly between her thighs. She blushed slightly to think what she was unconsciously doing.

His body twitched slightly. She quickly removed her hand and held her breath. "Oh God, he's going to wake up!" She was so scared, she was petrified to the spot. He exhaled heavily and rolled over onto his back. An arm still under the pillow, the other across his brow. He adjusted his hips slightly. One leg straight the other bent slightly. Exhaled again and returned to the soft light breathing pattern of sleep.

"Thank God!" She exhaled, slightly harder and louder than she had wanted to. She had been holding her breath for what seemed like hours. As she composed herself she again took stock of the vision in front of her. His arms were strong and muscular, as was his chest. His skin was clear and tanned and for the most part, hairless. It was a picture of physical male beauty and she could not break her gaze. Her eyes scanned from his neck, to the broad chest, down to the flat, slightly rippled, stomach and beyond the small naval indentation. In his movements of turning over, the sheet had slipped down. As her eyes moved down his stomach to an exposed lower abdomen it froze at the small line of dark curly hair peeking above the wrapped sheet. She almost frowned at that damned sheet. Just a little bit lower and! She had to know. She reached

out her hand as she had done before and placed it gently below the curly line of hair. Her breath quickened with anticipation. Her fingertips touched the curly little hairline, pressing down and feeling more beneath the sheet. Her fingers pressed lower. Her free arm took it's previous position. This time she let it, pressing herself

a little tighter against the forearm as she gently rubbed her soft thighs against it.

Her fingers traced the outline, once. She let them trace it a second time, then cupped him in her palm. She was aware of her deeper breathing. She was aware of her nipples. She was aware of the wetness beginning to glisten on her inner thighs. She was not aware, at first, of the hand that suddenly gripped her firmly by the wrist. By the time she felt it, it had pulled her up and on top of him. Another hand affixed itself over her mouth to prevent a scream. A soft, "Shhhhhhhh!" was heard as the hand relaxed from her wrist. The other hand was replaced by searing hot lips placed firmly over hers. A tongue slipped into her mouth to prevent a scream.

The hands that held her captive now moved in opposite directions. One slipped up under her gown and glided gently up her leg stopping to gently rub and squeeze her buttocks. The other, slipping the strap of her gown off her shoulder, slid smoothly from her shoulder, along her arm, then under it. He lifted her gently to a sitting position. As he did, the other gown strap slipped away as the gown fell to her waist and stopped around her belly. She was naked to the waist, her legs straddling him. Their faces never parted as their tongues searched each other's company.

His hand stopped it's gentle massage of her buttocks long enough to pull that accursed sheet out from between them. She felt it moving away from her buttocks to be replaced by the feeling of his hot young body. She pushed her hips into him and felt him rising between her legs. His hand again returned to her soft round buttocks as his other hand moved up her side and gently cupped her breast. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled herself closer. She felt his hardness, wet with her, sliding along her lower belly.

His hands tightened slightly around her breast, his fingers searching out her nipple and rolling it gently between them. This last action ignited the already out of control blaze within her. She slid her pelvis up and forward, capturing him within her as she forced herself down. She exploded in the passion of the moment, breaking the kiss so she might breath. She sat straight up, forcing his face into her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his head. Sliding her pelvis up and forward again, she thrust herself down harder than before. Again, again, and again, each time drawing him deeper inside her. As she moved down on him, he thrust himself up to meet her. She felt him penetrating her, expanding, filling her.

Her breathing had become heavy and loud. First, in a whisper, her

outburst, "Yes!" Then a little louder as he touched those places inside her that pushed her on, "Yesss!" Finally, in full voice, husky and filled with her passion "Oh, God!!!!! Yes,

Yes, YES!!!!"

She was transported to another place in time. Filled with lights and passion and velvet. She forced herself down on him, faster and faster harder and harder, until, at last, he exploded inside of her. The wet warmth causing her own explosion of velvet light and magic and the sound of her own voice moaning, a throaty woman's prayer as she collapsed on top of the young house guest

The door suddenly slammed open. Her husband's figure stood fully backlighted in the doorway. He could she his wife's trim body sitting erect over the young man. "What the Hell is going on here!!!" He blasted the words at her.

She propped herself up on her hands. The young student's cock still embedded deep inside her. She blinked; almost without thought and with as cool continence as she could muster, she answered, "Why Darling, you've always asked me to make our guests comfortable. I was just doing what I could to make his stay memorable!"