Ann: A Love Story Ch. 85

When 'Red Barchetta' came on, I grinned. It was my favorite Rush song; the lyrics telling about an old vintage sports car in a futuristic era where they were outlawed by the 'motor law' in favor of bigger 'air cars'. Suddenly, my red Nissan took on a whole new meaning; I became amused by the thought of eluding the authorities in my own red sports car, just like the driver in the song, who was committing what he called his 'weekly crime' of driving the vehicle his white haired uncle kept hidden in a barn.

It was pure fantasy, but I couldn't help but look in my rear view mirror as I hurtled down the highway, waiting to see if I was going to be pursued. It wasn't going to happen because I wasn't going fast enough to get pulled over, but that didn't stop me from daydreaming about it for the six minutes or so that the song was playing. But as soon as the instrumental 'YYZ' started, my thoughts went right back to where they would be for the rest of the night. They returned to Ann.

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I'd been hard as a rock for at least a couple of hours; the front of my jeans wet from the naughty thoughts had been running through my mind. I'd been replaying some of the incredibly erotic things Ann and I had done together in the time we'd been a couple. I couldn't help but think I'd already had a lifetime of sexual adventures because of her, and we weren't even married yet.

I almost caved a couple of times, the erotic thoughts in my brain working me up so much that I was seriously tempted to whip out my cock and jack off while driving. But being on edge like that was actually helping to keep me awake, and it motivated me in a way. It was like Ann was sitting next to me in the passenger seat, giving me one of her patented handjobs, stroking my hard cock, but not letting me cum. In my mind, she was saving the big load I had in my balls for just the right moment, when I'd be back in her arms...and deep inside her pussy.

It was a happy thought that carried me the last hundred miles, through the two lane roads of northwestern Ohio and northeastern Indiana. Without an Interstate or a four lane highway to take me where I needed to go, I was forced to travel country roads, passing through small town after small town...each one bringing me closer to the one I used to call home. I was getting there, just slower. Yet each mile, I stayed hard, and the front of my pants stayed a very, very wet.

When my headlights finally illuminated the sign welcoming me to my hometown, I let out a sigh of relief. I'd only stopped to gas up the car, hitting a drive thru for dinner. My body ached from sitting for almost ten hours, hands gripping the wheel more tightly than I'd realized. My eyes had been shifting back and forth for the last few hours, scanning to the sides while staring at the road ahead, looking out for any wildlife that might dart out from the cornfields that covered the landscape since I'd left Columbus. I could feel a headache coming on from the strain, and yet as soon as I saw that sign, I instantly relaxed.

I grumbled when I was delayed on a deserted Main Street; not a single moving car in sight. I couldn't believe I had to stop for each of the two stoplights in town, delaying my arrival another couple of minutes. I considered running the second but resisted the urge, holding my foot on the clutch, slowly revving the engine while waiting for the light to turn green. Glancing to my left I saw Tina's shop, the memory of dozens of sexual escapades still inside. My cock started to throb even more...but those happy times brought a smile to my face, knowing I was close to home.

A minute later I turned onto my parent's street and slowly made my way to their house, pulling up the steep incline of the driveway. I parked on the landing at the top and shut off the engine, the sudden silence seeming too good to be true. It was almost three thirty in the morning as I climbed out of the car, stretching in the cold night air. I grabbed my overnight bag out of the hatch, not wanting to unpack the entire car that late at night. I knew my things would be safe with it locked. Hell, as I walked around the car to the back door of the garage, I knew it would be open. My parent's never locked the door to the garage or the house if they knew I was coming home late.

Sure enough, it was, and I locked it before walking through the dark garage past my dad's car. Opening the door to the house, I quietly stepped into the mudroom, locking that door as I took off my shoes. When I opened the door to the rest of the house, I was surprised to hear the faint sound of the television coming from the family room. I knew mom would leave a light on, but I had no idea she'd stay up waiting for me. Sure, she was a night owl like I was. But it was very late. Or it was very early. I never knew when exactly it went from one to the other. Regardless, the latest or earliest I could ever remember her being up when I came home was one in the morning.

I walked around the corner, heading through the dinette, carrying my bag with me. "Mom, what in the world are you doing up?" I whispered as I looked around a little jut in the wall toward the couch. The bag dropped to the floor, along with my jaw.

"Hi baby," Ann said as she stood up, walking toward me in a long, flowing red silk robe.

"Ann! What are you doing here?" I replied, a little too loudly.

"Waiting for you," she said with a wink.

"I can see that. What are you doing...here?" I said again, motioning around the room, wondering what she was doing at my parent's house.

She untied the sash on her robe, slowly opening it. "Waiting... for you," she said in her sexy bedroom voice.

I'm pretty sure my eyes bugged out as I stood there staring while she held her robe open for me. She was wearing a black push up bra that appeared to be molded to her breasts. It was a full bra, and it was sort of striped. The stripes were each about an inch wide. There were darker solid ones in between sheer ones that didn't hide anything, including her erect nipples; the design of the garment making sure they were covered by transparent stripe that would show them off.

She had on a matching thong, the front triangle having more material than I was used to seeing on her. But that only made it more erotic, leaving a little more to the imagination. Well, except for the stripes that showed her bare skin underneath. The design on that one covered up her landing strip of pubic hair, but that just seemed to make it more mysterious to me...not to mention sexy.

There was also a matching garter belt, holding up a sheer pair of black thigh high stockings, along with a new pair of black heels. They were open toed, at least 5 inches high with a little platform to make her taller than she normally looked in heels. I was speechless as I leered, my cock pulsing inside the crotch of my pants.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Neil," she said as she took another couple of steps toward me.

I opened my arms like I was on automatic pilot, still stunned by that fact that she was not only there, but the way she was dressed. She hugged me and gave me a hungry kiss, her tongue tenderly slipping past my lips. Her left hand ran through my thick blond hair as she held my head; her right moving down to play with my cock through my pants.

"I love it when my man comes home already hard for me. Mmm...and WET too. You've been hard for a while, haven't you baby?" she cooed.

"Uh...yeah."

"Well, you must be hurting then. C'mon...let me take you to bed so I can make us both feel better."

She reached down and grabbed the remote, turning off the TV, before taking my hand to lead me down the hall to my old room. But I was frozen in place.

"Ann...what about my parents?"

"What about them?" she asked innocently.

"Are they here?"

"Of course. They're sleeping...now," she giggled.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Let's just say I felt like I was at my folks place, listening to my Mom getting her head banged against the wall."

"WHAT?"

"Sshhh...relax baby. It's okay."

"What's okay...what the fuck in going on?"

She had an exasperated expression cross her face as she sighed. "Neil, when will you ever learn to just trust me and go with the flow?"

"I'm sorry babe...but you have to admit, this is..."

"Yes, it is. And this is who I am. Learn to accept the unexpected, baby, because I'm going to be doing this to you all the time."

"Okay...I apologize."

"I don't want you to be sorry, lover. I want you to be excited...always."

"I came home hard, didn't I? And it's because I've been thinking about you for the last ten hours."

"Hmm...I see. And as you can tell, I've been thinking about you too."

"Yeah," I smiled.

"I promise, I'll tell you anything you want to know in the morning. Right now, I want you to just accept that I'm here and come with me."

"How many times?" I grinned.

"That's my baby," she said as she flipped off the light, leading me down the darkened hallway.

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The way Ann's silky smooth stockings were rubbing against my thighs was driving me wild. So were her hands, which were moving up and down my back, making me moan, her fingers dragging across my skin. It felt so good that it was making my cock flinch.

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to help with my tension, babe," I said as I looked at her out of my left eye.

"Ssshhh...trust me, lover. You need this. You were all knotted up from driving. Come on, turn over so I can do your chest," she said as she lifted her body off of me for a moment.

She was giving me a sexy massage, and to be honest, it actually did take away most of my tension. I had more than I'd even realized when she stripped off my clothes and resisted the urge to jump my body. Instead, she let her robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor, looking like a goddess as she turned down the sheets, telling to lie down on top of the bed on my stomach. She went to work, kneading my flesh with her magical hands, particularly my neck and shoulders. And while it relieved my tension in one way, my pulsing cock was adding some in another.

I'd gone so long without an orgasm that my dick had sprung a permanent leak; the precum flowing from the tip like never before. But when I flipped over, she ignored my raging hardon, instead getting back on my legs and leaning over, using her hands to massage my shoulders and chest. She was methodical, saying that she was only going to work on my upper body, because that's where all my tension was.

"I'm thinking it might be a little lower," I winked.

"No it's not. But I promise I'll take care of you there too. Just be patient."

"Patient...it's been over a month," I whined.

She stopped for just a second and said, "It's been the same for me...and I'm dripping too. But I want you relaxed, because you'll last longer."

I never realized it, but she was totally right. I always lasted longer when I wasn't tense. Or more accurately, I always came faster when I was, looking for a way to release that tension. Sure, I had what I considered better than average control of my orgasms. Much better, actually. But on those rare occasions when I let things or situations get the best of me and tension set in, I certainly didn't have the control I usually had. What surprised me what that she had actually picked up on it. Then again, this was Ann. And she was right. I needed to learn to expect the unexpected when it came to her.

So it didn't shock me that she changed her mind, taking her sweet time as she started working on my legs. She used her fingers to massage my calves, working her way slowly up my body. She'd catch my cock flinching out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her focus, moving very deliberately. I wouldn't say she was teasing me, because it really was relaxing in a lot of ways. But I was having an inner struggle, fighting my instinct to leap up and take her.

When she got to my left thigh, I kind of lurched a little, and she read my body language. Smiling softly, she said, "I know baby. You want to throw me down and fuck me, don't you?"

"Uh..."

"See...I can tell. But we're not going to fuck tonight, lover."

"We're...not?" I said, suddenly worried that I was being teased.

"No baby...tonight I'm going to make love to you," she said as she slid forward, her sexy body rubbing against mine.

My left hand drifted to her ass, squeezing it, the fingers of my other hand toying with her thong, playing with the fabric that was wedged between her amazing cheeks. I began pulling it, knowing it would tug at her pussy...pressing it against her clit. She moaned in response and slipped her tongue deep into my mouth.

My cock was pressed into her abdomen, and she could feel it throbbing, the precum making the skin of her stomach slick and wet. She obviously didn't mind. She just scooted down my body, kissing and licking me along the way. She spent an inordinate amount of time sucking on my nipples, playing with them. And I was amazed at how hard she was making them.

"They're getting as big as mine," she said proudly.

"Hardly. You can cut glass with yours," I retorted.

"Hmm...maybe," she hissed as she moved up for a moment and pulled her bra down, exposing her tits for me. For some reason, they looked bigger...fuller. I'm sure it was the way the bra was lifting them up and pushing them together, but my cock did a double take of sorts, throbbing harder. "Ooh...that was nice. You love my nipples, don't you lover," she said as she pulled at one of them.

"God yes," I said in a desperate tone, licking my lips without thinking about it.

Rubbing her bare tits across my stomach, she resumed nibbling at my nipples, making me squirm...and that made her giggle. She moved further down my body, stopping at my navel, playing there for an extended time...drawing out our foreplay. I wanted to do the same to her, but she was having none of it, looking up at me, smiling with her big brown eyes as she licked my stomach.

Finally, I felt her right hand slip between my legs, gently touching my balls, lifting them with her fingers...feeling them. "Mmm...your balls are heavy lover. Do you have a lot of cum saved up for me?"

All I could do was nod and groan as she licked the underside of my cock from my balls all the way to the tip. Savoring my precum, she cooed again and told me how missed the taste of it. Squeezing my shaft, she made a huge blob ooze out from my head, and she licked it like it was a lollipop, playing with it on her tongue.

"God that tastes so sweet," she moaned, just before taking my head in her mouth for a quick moment.

Pressing my cock against my smooth abdomen, she moved back to my balls, bathing them with her tongue. She sucked them one at a time into her mouth, rolling each one around...playing with them. She tried to fit them both into her mouth at once, and got close a couple of times. I could hear her telling herself that she needed to keep practicing so she could pull it off. But she didn't get frustrated, instead batting them back and forth with her tongue. She sucked and licked them for over five minutes, all the while pressing on my cock, forcing more precum to leak out onto my stomach.

Finally she moved back up, using her tongue to lead the way as she licked along my shaft. Looking at the pool of precum she'd created, she smiled. "That's my baby...giving your lover exactly what she was hoping for," she cooed before licking up the mess she helped make.

When she'd finished, she took my cock into her soft, wet mouth, slowly going back and forth, drawing her lips tightly along the skin of my shaft. With each stroke she took just a little more, the increments so small it was hard to notice at first. But as more and more of my cock gradually began disappearing, I knew what was going to come.

As good as Heather and Carol were at sucking my cock on the occasions where I was able to make that happen in the banking game we'd been playing, neither one of them could deepthroat me. Not that I was complaining. They were each sexy, beautiful, amazing women, and when it came to pleasing a man with their mouth they knew what they were doing. But I didn't realize just how much I missed that one particular...skill. A skill that Ann had not only learned, she'd become an expert, and she loved proving that to me.

As she neared the base of my cock with her lips, my body shook from the excitement and the feelings she was giving me. She pulled up and licked her lips, looking at me.

"Calm down, lover. I know it feels good, but you are a loooong way from cumming. I'm just making sure you're ready."

"Ready...ready for what?"

"For when I make love to you," she winked.

"I thought that's what you've been doing," I said to myself as my head feel back onto the pillow.

I was more than ready. Hell, I'd been ready for the last three hours...or at least that's how it felt. I'd been hard for so long my cock was hurting. But it also felt so incredible, and like Ann, I didn't want it to end either. Truthfully, I wasn't anywhere near an orgasm. But that didn't mean the things she was doing with her mouth didn't have me shaking and moaning.

She finally tilted her head a little, swallowing my cock whole. Bobbing her head up and down a couple of times, her lips touched against the base of my cock. Then she stunned me again, extending her tongue so that when she reached the bottom, she started licking at my balls. I damn near busted my nuts in her throat right then and there, but she pulled off and giggled.

"Did you like that?"

"My God...where...you've never done that to me before?"

"Yes, I have...but not as good as that one was," she said proudly.

"How..."

"Antonio and I have been practicing again. He's such a good teacher. But it's a lot more fun doing it to you."

She was talking, of course, about her trusty dildo. I closed my eyes and imagined her in her bedroom, working on her oral technique, perfecting new tricks to spring on me in bed, or anywhere else she could think of. She did that trick a couple more times, getting better each time she tried. While I wasn't as surprised as when she'd done it the first time, it still stunned me. It had me on edge, and yet I knew very well I wasn't going to be cumming. Not until she wanted me to.

There comes a point in foreplay, particularly when it's one person pleasuring the other, when that person needs pleasuring as well. She was turned on from turning me on. Hell, she was turned on when I walked into the house. Sure, it was easy for her to tell I was horny when she gently grabbed my crotch in the family room and discovered how hard and wet I was. But I'm sure if I had done the same to her, her clit would have been hard, and her pussy soaked. It was just more evident now...I couldn't miss the beautiful aroma of my woman's arousal, and it was like sweet perfume to me.

My precum seemed to be like an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it was just sucking my cock the way she had. When she pulled off my shaft, she looked into my eyes, hers ablaze with lust. Her nostrils started flaring, the skin of her neck and upper chest flushed. I knew what she needed, but she was the one sort of controlling our lovemaking, and I wanted to be patient for her. I needed to.

She moved up my body, straddling me in silence, just her heavy breathing landing softly on my ears. Grabbing my shaft, she deftly moved her thong to the side, not bothering to take it off. In fact, she was still dressed exactly as she'd been when I'd walked into the house, except for the robe. Of course, she'd taken her perfect breasts out of her bra, using it to lift them and press them together. But she hadn't bothered to take off anything else, including her sexy heels.

Holding my cock still, she moved her hips slowly back and forth, using the mushroom head to split her wet labia. Rotating her pelvis slightly, she aligned herself with my shaft, and slowly sank her body down onto me. As my cock slid between the silky walls of her tight pussy, her mouth opened slightly. The very corners turned up, the faintest hint of a smile appearing on her face. She caught her breath at first, her eyes closing as she tilted her head back; a gasp escaping past her lips as my girth stretched the walls of her pussy. It was part hiss, part moan as the air left her lungs slowly, almost seductively.