An Unexpected Visitor

She leaned back in her chair and let her hand slide down into her pajama bottoms. Feeling her warm pussy against her fingertips she imagined a nameless man kissing up her leg and running his tongue warm and soft between her pussy lips. Her other hand unbuttoned her top and cupped one of her breasts, gently massaging the nipple.

She had been in the chatroom for a half hour and it was very active. Two men had been vying for her attention since she entered and now she had just described to one the feel of his cock in her mouth while the other was turning her on with a vivid description of his mouth caressing her pussy.

She had been experimenting with the adult swinger's site for a few weeks now and in that time found herself in front of her keyboard masturbating more and more. She had tried dating locally, but since she had moved to this sleepy Vermont town her options had been frustrating to say the least. A friend back home suggested the site, at the very least as an outlet for the pent up sexual urges that had grown since coming to this isolated location. Her girlfriend had chatted with a few men online, and met one for what she described as a liberating experience; the whole thing sounded intriguing so she promised her friend she would at least look at it.

At 42 years old she had never married, never wanted children, and now wanted to explore a side of her sexuality she had been hesitant to explore before. She knew she was attractive, her friends were continuously telling her how beautiful she was. At 5'3" she had a tone body, soft curves and a perfect ass, and because she never breastfed her breasts were still a firm and perky B cup. A little more than a handful as they had been described to her with medium sized areolas and unusually sensitive nipples. Men were often mistaking her for being years younger than she actually was.

Now, as she fingered herself, reading in the words of a stranger how he was pushing his hot cock deep inside her, she wanted nothing more than to feel the real thing. Shared fantasies with multiple partners, knowing men were stroking their cocks and thinking of her, the thought of a man's shaft warm and thick in her hands as she ran her lips over the soft tip, she was more than horny and wanted to fuck badly.

She closed her eyes and envisioned herself lying back with two men kissing, caressing and fondling her body, a cock in her pussy and one in her hand, and her writhing in ecstasy. Her fingers slipped deeper inside as she massaged her breast firmly and finger fucked herself, moaning softly as the hint of orgasm began to grow. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Startled she quickly buttoned her shirt and made her way out of her bedroom to the front door. Who could be ringing her bell? The closest house was about a quarter of a mile away and she didn't expect visitors. One of the reasons why she chose this house was to not be disturbed. She wanted solitude to follow her passions as a writer, and the outskirts of this quiet town at the base of the mountain was ideal. Now she peered through the peephole to see a young man, soaked and shivering in the pouring rain on her doorstep.

He was drenched to the core. Earlier that day he had taken off from his home in Western Massachusetts on his way to meet his friend in Vermont. His friend and his girlfriend had rented a small house in the mountains for the weekend and had asked him to join them. His initial plan was for Saturday, but his boss was in good spirits and let them leave the job site early, so after going home for a quick shower and to pack a light overnight bag, he was on his way to surprise his friend. The weather was warm though the sun had nearly set, with few clouds; nice for a New England evening in early October. But as he made his way towards the state border it became more overcast.

When he reached the state line it had begun to rain, and less than a half hour ago the sky opened up, making visibility in the gathering darkness near impossible. He heard a bang and his car suddenly veered off the road and settled beside the brush at the edge of the surrounding forest. He got out to check and found he had blown his rear tire. He had no flashlight in the car, and with the torrential rain and smothering darkness he decided to walk the empty road until he found a house and hopefully a kind soul to help him. He slipped and fell in the mud not once, but twice as he made his way back onto the road to begin his walk through the dark. Now, filthy, shivering and cold, he rang the doorbell of the first house he came to, just under a half mile away.

She opened the door slightly and looked out at the stranger. She found herself looking at what she later described as a gorgeous young man. He was soaked to the bone, his muddied white T-shirt clinging to his body and revealing every curve of his tone muscles. Her eyes trailed down his chest, over his tight abs, and then back up to his face. Crystal blue eyes looked back at her. His cheekbones were high and his face masculine. Locks of his sandy brown hair clung to his forehead, rain dripping from his chin and nose. She suddenly realized she was staring at him, so she composed herself and asked "Can I help you?"

After a brief explanation she invited him out of the cold. She knew it was potentially dangerous to welcome a stranger into her home, but she couldn't let him stay out in the storm, it wasn't in her nature. He introduced himself as James. "Lily," she said and shook his hand. "Your hands are so cold, you must have been out in the storm for a while." Her mind was whirling. 'Where did this guy come from? Just when I was lost in a fantasy and wanting so badly to have some sexy man to take advantage of the universe dumps one cold and wet on my doorstep.'

She told him the car could wait and the first thing he needed to do was to get out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower. He took off his sneakers and socks and, leaving them by the door, he followed her down the hall and through her bedroom to her bathroom. As they passed her desk she noticed him glance at her computer screen. 'Crap!' she thought, 'I forgot to close my laptop.' She was sure he saw the chat room she had only a few moments before been masturbating to. She quickly led him past into the bathroom.

"The showers in there, just leave your clothes by the door and I'll wash them for you. I don't think I have anything that will fit you, but you can use my robe so at least you'll have something until your clothes are dry. While you're doing that I'll get you a towel."

He thanked her and she quickly went to her computer and logged out of the chat room. She felt embarrassed at first but then thought 'What if he's into that? This could be interesting if I play my cards right.'

She went out into the hall to get a towel from the linen closet. As she was grabbing the towel she heard the shower start. She couldn't believe there was a hot, naked man in her shower! A few minutes before she was rubbing her wet pussy wishing she could feel a man's cock in her mouth, and now this beautiful young man is naked in her house. She went back to the bathroom to find the door slightly open and his clothes piled just inside the threshold.

"I've got your towel." She heard him thank her for all she was doing for him. Tossing the towel onto the countertop by the sink she edged the door open a little wider and bent down to get his clothes. As she picked up his clothes she looked into the mirror. From where she was she could see his naked body just behind the glass shower door. She stopped and watched. Standing sideways she could see him soaping up his body, his hands running over his chest and down around what was a very nice size cock. She watched the suds drip down the shaft and off the tip as they cascaded from his upper body. Turning he exposed his entire front and she could only think of how she wanted to kiss and caress her way over his shoulders and chest, down his stomach, and lick slowly the length of his cock. She looked at his face but his eyes were closed, he appeared not to notice her there in the mirror. He turned and she saw the strength of his back and his firm, sexy ass. She took one last long look and hurried his clothes to the washer.

As she loaded the washer she took his phone and his wallet out of his pants. Looking at his license it said he was indeed where he said he was from. She gave a little sigh of relief. After all he could have been lying to her the whole time. He still may be she thought, but now she had a stronger feeling he was telling the truth. Looking at his birthday she realized he was only 24. 'Oh my God,' she thought, 'he's almost 20 years younger than me!'

Thinking of how she had a hot younger man in her shower suddenly made her feel like a real cougar. Oh how she wanted to climb on him and slide her pussy down over his thick cock. She let her hand glide its way into her pajamas and felt how wet her pussy had gotten. She wanted to go back in there and join him in the shower and feel him run his hands over her back and hips and ass as he pulled her against his naked skin, feeling his cock press against her belly and her nipples brush against his chest. She wanted so badly to feel his cock pulsing inside her.

She finished loading the wash and went into her room to find her long robe. As she passed the bathroom door she stopped again to take another quick look. He was in the shower facing the mirror. He was washing his hair and face so she didn't think he could see her staring. His hands glided down to his cock and he began to caress and play with it. She watched as he lathered it up and began to stroke it slowly. He let it go to wash the soap from his face and she saw how he had gotten hard, his cock now almost fully erect and what she thought to be about eight inches long. Gliding his hand up and down the shaft he began to tease himself, then almost as quickly as he began he turned, rinsing his hair and body off. Startled that he may have seen her watching she quickly moved to her closet and got her robe. The water turned off and she heard him step out. Laying the robe on the bed she called to him to let him know it was there and that she would be in the living room when he was done.

He closed his eyes and let the hot water pour over his body, the chill from the walk in the storm quickly melting away. Less than a half hour ago he was helpless on the side of the road and nearly drowning from the downpour, now he was in a beautiful woman's shower and marveling at the way fate can turn. She was incredible. Auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes looking from her lovely face, and a sensuous petite body. He followed her movements with his eyes as she led him barefoot down the hall. The gentle sway of her sexy hips, her pajamas hugging the curve of her ass. When she turned to him he could see the outline of her breasts and her nipples firm pushing against the cotton of her button down pajama top. He tried to sneak a peek through the gap between the buttons, seeing the creamy color of her tone belly just before she turned away.

He wanted so badly to unbutton that shirt and slide his hands inside, up her sides and cup the sides of her breasts, caressing them before kneeling down and kissing her belly. Then, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pajamas, slide them down and run a soft tongue between her legs and over her clit. He wanted so much to taste her, to feel her pussy wet on his lips, and to circle his tongue over her sweet spot. He wanted her to run her fingers through his hair and press his face against her as he enjoyed the feel of her smooth and wet on his all too willing mouth.

Now, naked in her shower, he heard her toss a towel onto the counter across the small room. She told him to leave his clothes by the door and he had purposely left the door ajar. He didn't want to get his dirty clothes on the rug of her bedroom, so he left them by the open door for her to reach. But more importantly he was hoping she would peek her head in and catch a glimpse of him in her shower.

When she brought him in her bedroom on the way to the bathroom he couldn't help but notice her computer screen open to an adult chat room. It was the same chat room his friend had told him to check out, the one his friend had met his new girlfriend through. They were both looking for a relationship where they could explore sexual possibilities and the adult site was perfect for that. His friend's girlfriend was the one who suggested he come join them that weekend, and he was assuming she had a friend for him to meet who was also interested in sexual exploration.

Seeing this woman was on the same site really got his mind going. 'Is she curious about promiscuous sex? Is she open to explore her sexual side? And most importantly, would she take advantage of a younger guy naked in her shower?'

He heard her begin to pick up his clothes from the floor, but then there was a pause. Was she looking? If she was he wanted to give her a nice look. He turned to face forward and closed his eyes, his body completely exposed for her to see. He didn't want her to see him notice her, so he kept his eyes closed and hoped she was there watching. He turned and exposed his other side and imagined her looking him up and down. A moment later he heard her footsteps move across the bedroom and down the hall. He couldn't be sure, but he was almost positive she did look, and it turned him on to no end.

He began to wonder how she would react to any advances he might try to make. She was kind enough to let him in and help him, he didn't want to screw all that up by saying the wrong things and making her uncomfortable. There was the possibility that she may want to fuck him, there was also the possibility that he could end up back in the cold and rain if he did the wrong thing. He decided it would be best to behave and follow her lead.

As he felt the warm water cascading over his skin his mind kept coming back to the fact that she had taken his clothes and left him naked in her house. Of course she wanted him to get warm and clean up, he was a wet mess at the door, but she was very willing to let him into her house and help him without knowing a thing about him. Maybe she was hoping for something else. After all she was obviously chatting on a sex site before she let him in. He also couldn't help but notice the way she looked him up and down not only when she let him in, but also before she showed him to the shower. Maybe there could be more.

He imagined her undressing in the bathroom in front of the shower, watching him through the glass as she slipped out of her pajamas and opened the shower door. Stepping in with him, standing close, running her gentle hands over his chest. Looking up at him provocatively, then sliding down his body until she knelt before him, his cock brushing the side of her face. Her hands grasping his cock and stroking it slowly, leaning in to lick up and down the shaft. Then gliding her mouth over the tip and sliding him in, warm and soft with her tongue circling the head.

Gripping his cock he started to stroke up and down the shaft, using the shampoo to lubricate as he teased and played with himself, and thinking all the while of her blowing him expertly. He wanted to feel her take him in her mouth, to feel his cock swell as she sucked hard and slow. His cock began to stiffen and he closed his eyes and let the feeling run through his body. He almost got lost in the fantasy, but stopped. He had been in the shower long enough; she was certain to be wondering what was taking him so long. He turned and rinsed off the last of the soapy water before turning off the shower and stepping out to towel dry. He heard her in the bedroom telling him the robe was on the bed and again he wondered if she saw him, and, if so, was she turned on?

"Would you like a glass of wine James?" she called to him. She got up and went to the kitchen.

"Sure," he called back, "that would be great." She opened the bottle at the counter and went to the cupboard to get two glasses. He was in her bedroom now, putting her winter robe over his tone, naked body. She thought of his skin rubbing against the cotton and knew that every time from now on that she wore it she would think of his body. Soon she would be sharing a bottle of wine with him, with nothing but that robe covering him.

She thought for a moment, deciding she wanted to give him a light tease. After all she did spy on him in the shower. The least she could do was give him a little flash of her tits. She unbuttoned her shirt a little more. Now it just barely covered her, exposing most of her breasts. She knew if she leaned forward he would be able to see everything. The thought of teasing him excited her.

Taking the glasses in one hand she grabbed the bottle and turned the corner to enter the living room. At the same time he began down the hall from the bedroom towards her. She stopped and drank in the sight of him. The robe was tight and his chest was only partially covered. His shoulders bulged through the material, and his arms filled the sleeves. The bottom of the robe came to just below his knees and the opening was pinned together at the waist, the belt tied off to the side. As he walked she could see the robe open between his legs and close with each step, just a few inches below his cock. The outline of his cock was clear, pressed tightly against the fabric. He didn't look foolish in her robe like she thought he might, he looked damn sexy.

"Thank you for letting me borrow this" he said, gesturing to the robe.

"My pleasure" she said. "We can't have you walking around here naked." In truth she was thinking of the opposite.

She set the glasses down on the coffee table along with the wine and gestured for him to sit beside her. He moved to the couch and sat down, the robe sliding open to reveal his inner thigh. She looked down and saw his bare skin, with his cock resting just out of sight. She wanted so much to lean over and slide her hand under the robe and close it over his shaft, feeling him soft and warm in her palm, her fingers rolling and massaging until he began to swell. Watching the head of his cock grow and the pre-cum glisten at the tip before she leaned in and licked it off with the tip of her tongue.

Pouring the wine she turned to offer him his glass, bending forward for him to get a clear look down her shirt. In the moments pause he was able to see the entire contour of her breasts, the nipples and areolas. The thought of caressing them played through his mind, taking them into his mouth and running his tongue over her nipples, feeling her smooth soft skin on his lips. He looked up, worried she would notice him staring, but she didn't seem to notice, or if she did it seemed she didn't care. The light scent of her perfume hung before him for a moment as he took the glass, feeling her fingers brush his before she let go.

Lily sat beside him on the couch, curling her legs under herself and leaning an arm over the back to turn and face him. This moved her top and revealed her left breast slightly. She smiled, noticing his eyes drawn down to her chest. "So you were on your way to visit a friend. I hope he won't miss you for a few hours. I really don't think you should attempt to fix your tire at least until the storm has passed." She took a sip of her wine and watched him settle back into the couch.

"I really appreciate this," James said. "I don't know what I would have done without your help. I hope I'm not keeping you from anything." His mind went back to the chat room she had been looking at. Sex was on her mind before he showed up. But how much on her mind, and was she still thinking about it now?

"It's fine," she said. "It's much nicer to have company than to be alone." She wanted a man badly before he suddenly appeared. The want to fuck was so strong earlier she was going crazy with desire. The thought of a stiff cock to ride, a sexy body to play with, someone to kiss and caress her and make her cum. She sipped her wine and marveled at the turn of events the evening had produced.