Gathering Storm Ch. 02

It felt like I had jumped three feet in the air at the sound of Cynthia's voice as she walked up behind us. And unlike us...she at least had a robe on, though I doubted she wore anything beneath it.

"Seriously," she said taking a seat at the table. "I could use one...and a drink," she added. "Bring the Scotch back with you when you come, and a couple of glasses."

"Three...glasses," Joy said jumping in.

I turned heading back up the stairs and inside the house heading for Cynthia's room where I'd left my smokes. I glanced back briefly seeing Joy now taking a seat across from her mother. I knew then that sending me off for smokes, and for the Scotch was purposely done. I slowed down, no sense trying to hurry. If anything, I'd doddle a bit, giving them time to chat. The problem for me was, after what had happened there outside, had pretty much taken away whatever options I'd had.

I knew now that telling Cynthia anything about what had happened would no longer hold any credibility. How long she had been there watching all that was yet another question. What had she heard? What hadn't she? Either way, trying to say anything at this point about it wouldn't accomplish what I had hoped to. And I likewise realized as I finally reached Cynthia's room grabbing up my pack of smokes, that Joy hadn't jumped, hadn't been startled at all. She must have seen, or at least been somewhat aware of her mother's presence. Another indication to me just how dangerous an 'opponent' she truly was, which is how I now saw her, and viewed her. She might indeed be a young woman, but she certainly wasn't a naive or stupid one. She was however very cunning and calculated. If anything, that little performance out on the deck had proven that. And though the two of them were no doubt discussing it even now, I couldn't help but wonder where that would now place me in all of this. At least Cynthia hadn't demanded that I leave, so that was something at least.

Curious, I approached the window in her bedroom pulling back the curtain off to one side peeking out and down below. They were still talking, though I couldn't hear anything being said of course, but even the movement of their heads, hands and arms told me through their animation that they were having a rather heated conversation. I allowed the curtains to fall back into place and began making my way back down into the kitchen area to retrieve the Scotch along with the three glasses.

Rather than walking outside naked again, I grabbed a towel from off the nearby shelf where Cynthia kept a supply of beach towels handy and available. Not having a robe myself, and not wishing to run back up to the room and dress, I wrapped one of those around my torso instead. Grabbing the glasses along with the Scotch and smokes, I took a deep cleansing breath and headed back outside again. At least things appeared calmer between the two of them than I'd spied...noticing earlier. The moment the sliding glass door opened, they fell silent, though still looking directly at one another, and not at me even as I approached. In silence, I poured each one of us a drink, and then offered them both a smoke. Joy declined, but Cynthia accepted one as I held the lighter for her. She took a deep drag on the cigarette, coughed, and took another.

"Ten years," she said dragging on it again, taking a sip of her Scotch and then crushing the smoke out on the tabletop leaving it there in an act of defiance perhaps. I lit my own, walked over to the railing leaning against it and just stood there.

"I'm going to bed," Joy announced draining her drink in one gulp, setting the glass down on the table. She turned without saying anything further, nor looking at me as she ascended the stairs. I followed her with my eyes, just as Cynthia did until she'd disappeared inside the house. Only then did Cynthia stand up, approaching me. I wondered now if this is where she'd politely ask me to leave. I was prepared for it if she did.

"Did she invite you to fuck her?" She asked point blank. I saw no point in lying to her, especially now. I still had no idea of course how much she'd seen, how much she'd heard, it mattered not. If she asked me anything, I would tell her, the truth.

"Yes she did."

Cynthia nodded her head. "I knew she would, she always does," she informed me, turning to face the railing looking out into the darkness as she stood next to me. I turned, likewise looking out taking another drag on my cigarette. "Would you like to?" She now asked without looking at me. "I saw...saw you looking at her, watching her while she played with herself, while you...while you stroked your cock."

"I know, and yes...under different circumstances, I would. I won't lie to you Cynthia. She is beautiful, she is sexy...and she's a damn tempting siren. But so are you Cynthia," I said turning towards her once again. "I didn't come here to meet her, or fuck her. I came here to be with you."

Cynthia reached up taking the cigarette from between my lips, she held it to her own taking another drag off it, not coughing this time, and then flicked it over the railing. The moment she'd done that, I felt her hands as she easily undid the knot in the towel I had wrapped around myself. It fell away down around my feet. As it did, Cynthia knelt using it as a cushion of sorts, her hand immediately coming up to wrap itself around my very limp, very flaccid prick.

"You probably will you know," she said now placing her mouth around my slowly stiffening cock as she lightly sucked it.

"Will what?" I asked glancing up towards Joy's bedroom. And though it was dark, I noticed the curtains not hanging quite straight, wondering as I stood there if she was indeed looking down at us again, just as I'd done.

"Fuck her," she added sucking me in again, the feel of her tongue now dancing around the tip of my cock, spearing the tiny eye-slit for a moment, and then back...lapping away at it.

"I have...no...intention...of doing that," I just managed, finding it a bit surreal to be standing here discussing this like we were, Cynthia's mouth, tongue and lips now lavishing pleasure upon my rapidly stiffening prick.

"I know you don't...but you will. They all do...eventually," she responded back, still sucking, mouthing...and tonguing me.

I glanced up again, not really meaning too, but the pleasure her mouth was now bringing me literally forced my head back as I bent even further back against the railing. I noticed when I did, there no longer appeared to be an opening in the curtains, slight as it might have been. I still couldn't be sure of course, it may have been nothing more than my imagination, but I wondered.

"I won't," I assured her again, damn near gritting my teeth.

"You will," she replied lapping away furiously now, the tender tickle of her tongue nearly driving me insane, as was this bizarre conversation we were having. "You may not..." she now added confusing me even further. "But...you'll want to, and eventually, you'll tell her that. Just don't lie to me about it when you do. I couldn't handle it, knowing that." Cynthia drew me inside her mouth fully, now sucking me hard, causing me to lose all train of thought. I didn't have a better answer for her than the one I'd already given her anyway. But I also knew as she now drew me closer and closer towards orgasm again, that Monday and Tuesday were apt to be very trying days. Very trying and tempting days indeed.

"Oh fuck," I moaned instead, feeling the surge of sweetness suddenly racing up the length of my cock. I reached out placing my hands on the back of her head, letting my fingers entangle within her long soft flowing hair. Like holding onto the reins of a horse, I held her like that, feeling the delicious purge of semen now filling her mouth. She swallowed, trying to keep up with me as I nearly drowned her. Finally, the explosion and stars I saw inside my head gradually subsiding, as did her continued sucking, licking. She pulled her mouth away, though her tongue still lapped, encircling, and demanding every trace of my spending. I opened my eyes looking down at her. She looked up, her tongue now cleaning off her lips. I bent forward, hands coming up inside her armpits, lifting her, helping her to stand kissing her fully and deeply when I did that. I could taste the pungent flavor of myself on her as I kissed her, as she kissed me back, tongues dancing, fencing with one another. And then I picked her up, walked over the few short feet towards the table. I sat her down on top of it, picked up my towel folding it, creating a pillow for her, and then pushed her back. In seconds, I had my mouth on her. I felt and tasted her heat, the musky aroma and salty sweetness of her own desire. I speared her with my tongue, hands already coming up to capture her sweet magnificent breasts. I rolled her nipples playfully between my fingers, my tongue flicking lightly at the core of her center, her clit like a hard little prick. Swollen, throbbing, as she groaned out her pleasure, loud enough to actually be heard over the sound of the pounding surf below us.

The wind had picked up as well. Clouds already beginning to filter across the moon lit sky making it even darker, harder to see the night as I devoured Cynthia's cunt, sucking and licking away at her sweet hard little clit.

A storm was coming.

**

I woke up to the sound of the wind beating against the window. Little if any sunlight filtering through, the skies clouded over with the promise of rain. I looked over, the indentation of the bed the only indication that Cynthia had indeed slept next to me. I slid out of bed, this time slipping into a baggy pair of shorts, not even bothering to locate a pair of fresh underwear from the drawer first. I'd do that later after my shower. I headed towards the closed door, opened it listening. Though I couldn't hear them, couldn't hear voices...I did hear the sound of the TV somewhere below, and then headed towards the kitchen. Cynthia must have heard me coming, she'd poured me a cup of freshly brewed coffee handing me one as she stood sipping hers, looking at the TV, specifically the news as the cute young weather reporter went on about the rapidly gathering storm outside.

"Looks like we're in for a pretty good one," Cynthia told me. "Here by tomorrow afternoon," she stated. "I might need your help later, securing the windows, putting away the table and deck chairs, and whatever else might get blown away."

She then explained to me how she had an automatic system that would roll out a thick piece of Plexiglas over all the windows, or hard wooden shutters over the smaller ones which she asked me to help her secure later if it appeared to be getting worse. I was reminded that she needed to head into town, into work in the morning.

"Don't go," I told her. "Surely they don't expect you to drive all that way in this?" I questioned.

"No choice. I have to. We have clients that are flying in today, it's an important meeting, one that will secure millions for a project I've been working on. I'm heading it up. I can't not go and leave everyone sitting there just because of a little wind and rain," she stated turning back into the kitchen pouring herself another cup of coffee.

"I wouldn't call this a little wind," I said as just then the large windowpanes rattled as though confirming my concerns.

"I'll try and cut the meeting short, if I can..." she added. "But I do have to go."

"I'll go back with you then," I suggested. She turned smiling at me, very much aware of my real intent in saying that.

"No, you stay here...if nothing else, I'd rather you did so and not leave Joy all alone here if it really does get bad."

I laughed nervously. Ironic enough as it was. Even the weather seemed to be against me for some reason, as though fate had already cast the die. It seemed as though Poseidon himself was out to get me...tempt me, leaving me alone with Joy when that was now the last thing I wanted or needed to do.

"Ok, I will...but I'll expect you to call frequently. If not me...at least call your daughter and let us know if you get hung up for any reason."

"Same here...especially if the weather takes a turn for the worse," she told me as we once again turned towards the TV.

"Winds in excess in some areas, approaching hurricane velocity."

"Great...just fucking great," I thought to myself. I already felt like I was standing in the eye of a hurricane now. Especially when Joy finally came down stairs joining us.

"Fucking weather!" She announced sourly. "Now we're all going to be cooped up in here all day!"

"Maybe it will blow over and head off someplace else," her mother suggested.

"Fat chance," Joy said collapsing down in an unceremonious heap at the table glaring at the TV set as though she personally held the weather girl responsible for all this.

"Well, either way, we probably should stock up on a few things," Cynthia said. "Perhaps after you get dressed..." she paused, "You might consider going down to the strip mall for me and picking up some stuff."

"Why me?" She turned looking irritated.

"That...or you can stay here and help Jack move everything outside into the shed, and help secure the windows instead then."

"Fine...I'll go. At least that will give the two of you some time to fuck after you've done that," she burst, and then stood heading back upstairs once again. All she'd been wearing had been a tight fitting wife-beater tee shirt and a thong that did little if anything in concealing her ass. I couldn't help watching her go, turning back around to face Cynthia again as she smiled at me.

"Sorry..." she apologized to me again. "Joy never has liked thunder and lightning. It scares her, ever since she was a kid. Unfortunately the weather reports say we're in for some of that."

At least now I could partially understand her outburst and behavior. But I was again not looking forward to being cooped up in the house with her myself, and alone to boot.

"She was right about one thing though."

"Oh? And what was that?"

"While she's gone...I do want you to fuck me."

**

We had just finished hauling in the furniture and anything else that wasn't nailed down, putting it all away in the shed when we heard the car pulling out of the drive. Joy was headed into town with a small list of things that Cynthia felt might be needed.

"We'll wait and see how the weather gets before we do the windows," she informed me then leading me back inside, though it had already started to sprinkle a little. Though windy, it wasn't bad enough yet to worry about securing any of those. "Time for a shower," she now added winking at me, and then led me back upstairs to her room again.

Cynthia had one of those enormously large shower enclosures with two opposite facing showerheads. One side was left completely open, stepping down into it with a small area for stepping out onto from there in order to towel off. After turning on both showerheads, adjusting the temperature to our liking, we undressed and quickly stepped down into it together. I'd always enjoyed showering with a woman in the past, and this was no exception. Especially with all the room and spaciousness that we had in doing so. There was even a small bench seat of sorts that ran in an "L" shape design around a portion of the shower. Already I was imagining what use that could be put to.

Almost immediately we began soaping one another up. I'd always enjoyed the feel of a pair of slick, soapy breasts as I lathered hers up. Cynthia too seemingly enjoyed it as I thumbed her nipples, using the soap to allow them to glide over them easily, strumming them back and forth as her own hand playfully did the same to my prick. I was soon hard as a rock, throbbing and in dire need of her. As was she...but not in quite the way I'd imagined.

Cynthia turned facing away from me. I took that as a sign as to what she wanted, though not yet wanting to penetrate, still playing...still teasing her. I placed my cock against the back of her ass, so hard and stiff that I could slap her with it, listening to her giggle as I did so, repeatedly.

Once again I leaned over her, leaving my cock to nestle itself in the crack of her still soapy slick ass. My hands coming around to teasingly fondle her alluring, dangling breasts. Nipples so firm and hard now that they felt like miniature thimbles as I stood there toying with them.

"Fuck me Jack...fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

Like I said, this wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Especially when I'd never done that before. Sure...I'd thought about it, fantasized about it on many occasion, but it was something my ex-wife had never allowed, never would. And up until now anyway, it wasn't something I'd attempted to do with any of the women I had dated. Had I known them, been with a few of them longer than I had...perhaps eventually I might have. But...as I said, this was, or rather would be a first for me. Once again, it was time to be honest here.

"You sure? I've ah...never done that before," I told her. She turned looking over her shoulder at me. Her eyes wide, her eyebrows raised in question.

"Really? Never?"

"Never," I openly admitted actually feeling shy now that I hadn't, especially not knowing what to expect. She grinned.

"Never had a man's cherry before," she said giggling like a schoolgirl when she said it. "Been a while for me too...a long while," she added to that. "But I want to. I want to feel you inside me...inside my ass," she literally purred quite suggestively now just thinking about it.

"Ok..." I moaned uncertainly as she reached back her hand once again caressing my prick, which was still slipping and sliding up through the crack of her ass. I knew now however, it would soon be directed elsewhere.

"Use the soap, enter me with your fingers first, get me nice and slick in there, open me up a bit," she implored me sounding even more aroused now than she had a moment ago. Her voice was thick...raw with lust and unbridled emotion. "Finger-fuck my ass Jack, and then fuck me...with your cock!"

I had enjoyed ass play before to some extent anyway, having a finger up inside my own ass a time or two, so I did have some idea as to what to expect there. She was still tight however, even with the soap as I eased first one digit, and then after a few moments, another one. Now sliding two fingers in and out of her tight puckered little opening, I felt it stretch a little.

"Oh fuck," she groaned hanging her head down, her hands now bracing herself against the side of the shower stall, the water pouring over her head in a fine misty spray. "God yes! That feels good...so fucking good," she moaned even more deeply. "Fuck me Jack, fuck me...put it in, put your cock inside my ass...and fuck me!"

I placed the head of my dick at her tiny little opening. She pressed back. For a moment it didn't feel like it would enter, too big...too tight. But then I felt her suddenly swallow up the head of my dick. The ring of her tight warm opening sucking it in, surrounding me like a firm wanton mouth.

"Yessss!" She hissed. "Oh fuck yessssssss!" she hissed again. "Fuck me Jack! Fuck me!"

I eased into her slowly, not only for her benefit in not wanting to hurt her, or take her too quickly, but in savoring the sensation of entering a woman's ass for the first time in my entire life. I wanted to feel and remember the sensation of each hot tight inch of her passage as I slowly claimed her, slowly inserted my manhood, my hard proud stiff manhood into that taboo fuck tunnel I was now entering.

"Jesus," I moaned as well, feeling every inch until the entire length of my shaft was embedded inside her. Fully hilted now, I remained still, allowing each of us to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Only then easing out...almost as slowly, and then sliding back in again, once again hilting myself until feeling my balls slap against her flesh. She now braced herself with one hand against the wall, her head looking back over her shoulder towards me. Her free hand now cupping her breast, pinching her nipple...pulling on it.