Ann: A Love Story Ch. 97

We fucked in relative silence; the fog seemed to amplify anything we said or any sound we made. Yet the way our bodies slapped against each other and the little moans we'd make became so erotic. She was leaning down on her elbows, the hood of her coat covering her head from the drizzle. I did the same with my hooded sweatshirt, covering myself as I bucked into her hard and fast. It was almost an anonymous fuck, like we'd just met at a rest stop and decided to have at each other.

Another car passed us just when she was about to explode, her body shuddering from the recognition of what we were doing and where we were doing it. It was a powerful orgasm, made all the more intense by her having to keep quiet. Minutes later I was ready to cum too, my balls churning, the walls of her pussy rippled over my shaft. She pulled off and spun around on the blanket, taking the head of my cock into her warm mouth as her hand found my shaft. Jerking me off, I held her head with both hands and growled, unloading my sperm over her waiting tongue.

After a quick kiss and some giggling, we were scrambling to get back into our cars so we could warm up and get on our way. She pulled up her sweatpants while I grabbed the blanket, stuffing my deflating cock back in my jeans as I went along.

Driving past the main part of the plaza, seeing the hundred or so cars and trucks and all of the people milling about as they went in and out of the building, the enormity of the chance we'd just taken hit me. When I pulled out onto the Turnpike, Ann following close behind, I realized we hadn't even said anything to each other when we were done. We'd just fucked and ran, the serendipity of the moment making my heart pound. It was a surreal, and as the miles passed, I began to wonder if I'd somehow just imagined the whole thing.

It was still on our minds when I opened her door a couple of hours later. We were stopped along the side of I-70 near the sign announcing we had entered Maryland. She couldn't wait to blurt out what was on her mind.

"I loved fucking you like that, baby! I can't believe we did that. Did you see all of those people as we drove past?"

"Yeah. Good thing we had the fog," I grinned.

"Fate," she said as she kissed me. "Sorry I didn't say anything after we finished. I was cold, and I kind of forgot we weren't in the same car."

I laughed, amazed she'd had the same thoughts I'd had. "That's okay. I did the same thing."

"I'm just glad we're out of the fog now," she sighed, "I thought we were going to be traveling in it the rest of the way. It's funny how it changed so fast."

"We're out of the mountains, babe," I said as I pointed at the welcome sign.

"Oh... well that makes sense. I guess it's time for me to pose again, isn't it?"

"Yeah. And we have to do it twice."

"Twice?"

"Uh huh. We never did it going into Pennsylvania, remember?"

"Oh... yeah."

So, Ann did her magnificent poses next to the sign welcoming us to Maryland, and then we carefully crossed the interstate, making our way the fifty yards or so across the median to the north side of the interstate so we she could do the same thing in front of the Pennsylvania sign.

Unfortunately, the two signs didn't line up very well, one being farther up the interstate on the other side, so it became a bit of a hike. I let her put her clothes on in between, not wanting to get stranded too far away from the cars with her being naked. But it was still a rush. Ten minutes later, we were heading back to our cars, the thrill of what we'd just done feeling as fresh as the first time we'd done it at the California-Nevada border months before.

Driving underneath the West Virginia sign an hour and a half later, I felt a twinge of excitement run through me. Not because we were going to be stopping for another set of erotic pictures by the roadside. I'd already told her we'd be doing that sometime on Saturday, promising to take her back into Maryland so we could add that state to our list. Instead, the excitement I was feeling was because we were suddenly very close to our new home.

But before we went to there, I decided to make a stop at my old home, so to speak. I hadn't discussed it with Ann, but being that I was hungry anyway, it seemed as good as place as any to eat. Getting off at the familiar exit, I whipped my car around the curve and turned at the light, going up the little hill toward the Sheraton. Pulling into the parking lot, I was out of the car when she pulled in behind me, an odd look on her face as she parked her car.

"What are we doing here?" she said as I opened the door for her.

"We're going to go eat. There isn't any food at the house yet, so I figured we'd stop here and...."

"Say hello to HEATHER!" Ann became excited, but I put up my hand as she started to get out. "What... we're not going to say hi to Heather?"

"Of course we are. But you're not wearing that. We're going into a nice restaurant."

"I seem to remember wearing nothing but a robe in there before, baby. You too."

"That's when we lived here. Get undressed."

She giggled as she quickly stripped off her outfit, putting on the jeans and the tight white Henley shirt she'd been wearing when she started the day. Slipping on her high heels instead of the Nikes she'd spent the majority of the day wearing, she stood up. "Better?"

"Much," I said, holding out my hand. She let out a little laugh as we walked toward the entrance, and it caught me off guard. "What's so funny?"

"I just can't believe I've gotten to the point where I really don't look around anymore when you tell me to get naked. I just do it. I wonder if anyone saw me."

"I was watching for you, Anna. No one did."

"Hmm... that's a shame," she winked.

To say Heather was excited to see us was an understatement. I thought she was going to leap over the counter to hug us. Instead, she jumped up and down, telling us to come into the back so she could give us a proper hello. We each got bear hugs, her sweet southern hospitality coming out as she made us feel welcome in our new home town.

"I can't believe you stopped by just to see me," she sighed, a tear streaming down her cheek.

"We didn't. We came to eat too," I joked.

Ann slugged me playfully on the shoulder. "Behave, Neil. You know the only reason we came here to eat was because Heather's here. It was your idea!"

"Really?" Heather asked as she batted her eyes. I just kind of shrugged and nodded with a crooked smile. She practically jumped into my arms to hug me again, the tears flowing from her pretty eyes. "You didn't forget me!" she sobbed as she buried her head into my shoulder.

"I told you we wouldn't, Heather," I whispered as I looked at Ann, her face beaming as she clutched her hands over her heart.

When she finally composed herself, Heather pulled back; sniffing and wiping her cheeks as she looked at the two of us. "Okay... let's see those rings!"

I saw Ann's devilish grin flash, knowing the ring she was thinking about. But I shook my head slightly, letting her know we weren't going to be starting anything with Heather... at least not right away. And truthfully, Ann wouldn't have wanted to. We'd already decided we were going to take things slower now that we were married. It's what we both wanted. Still, the little pout she gave me before holding out her hand to show Heather made my heart skip a beat.

Eating dinner a half-hour later, Ann was playing with her wedding ring, looking at it in the dim light of the restaurant. "You know, if I was wearing a skirt, I would have shown her my other one," she said calmly as I took a bite of my salad.

I finished chewing, contemplating how I wanted to answer her. Swallowing, I looked deep into her eyes, watching the colors seem to change as she moved. "If I would have let you," I replied, smiling softly.

Our mood was playful, but reserved. It was the beginning of our first night together in our new home town, and it was like we were feeling each other out. But at the same time, I was letting her know in my own subtle way that I was still in charge. And based on her reaction to my comment, I knew she wanted me to be.

She shuddered, grabbing the table with her hands; the way she closed her eyes and moaned almost made me drop my fork. When she looked at me, her irises swirling as she bit at her bottom lip, I could tell she was thinking of all the things I might make her do once we got to the house. At least, that was my impression. All I knew for sure was she was definitely feeling naughty.

"I suppose you're right," she nodded, eating a bite of her pasta. "Showing Heather might have led to something... and I'm not in the mood to share you right now."

"Actually, that's not going to happen for quite a while. We're not doing that anymore, remember?"

"Other than Carol, right?" she asked nervously, thinking I might have changed my mind.

"Right. Other than Carol," I grinned.

"Phew," she said in mock relief, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "I was worried. I'm not sure I can handle you all by myself all the time."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I was kidding, baby," she giggled. "I'm looking forward to finding ways to keep you happy. Although I am a little worried about gaining weight."

"Okay... what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, without any other girls to take a load or two off my plate, so to speak, I'm going to be swallowing a lot more cum. And as much as you make, I could get fat in a hurry."

I smirked as I leaned forward. "I'm more worried you'll lose weight from all the exercise you're going to get fucking me all the time. The cum is just going to help you gain it back."

"Hmm... I love the sound of that," she moaned, licking her lips.

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My heart pounded as I drove down the dark winding road. I was constantly checking my rearview mirror, making sure I didn't lose Ann. But I knew better, really. She was one of the best tandem drivers I'd ever met. The entire trip from Indiana, she had been on my tail, following me perfectly.

There's more to trailing someone on a long trip than just driving the second car. There's an actual art to it. She had it down to a science, anticipating traffic and always staying a step ahead. If we came up on a slower car and we needed to move to the left lane on the interstate, she'd foresee it, turning on her blinker and moving over to make sure she gave me an opening, blocking traffic behind us so we could both move safely and stay together. If we came up to a stoplight, she made sure she was close to my rear, trusting that I'd keep going if the light turned yellow so we'd both make it through. We were a team, and every time I looked in the mirror, there she was, following my lead.

But that didn't mean I ever stopped looking. It was dark and the roads were unfamiliar to her. They weren't all that familiar to me yet, but I knew my way around. And I knew where we were going, which was the reason my heart was beating so fast. Every mile brought us closer, and I couldn't wait to be there.

It was odd, because we were pretty much going to an empty house. There would be a few things there, including the hide-a-bed couch we purchased when she came out, and a matching loveseat. And there would also be our toy chest, filled with items for sexual adventure. But other than some of my clothes, and Ann's clothes that filled both our cars, that would be it until our stuff arrived on the moving van, which would likely be delivering on the following Monday or Tuesday. But we'd be home, and that excited me to no end.

Seeing the front porch in my headlights as we drove down the hill of the dead end street into our driveway, I could hardly contain the thrill I felt. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I glanced into my mirror again. Ann was about to burst, her eyes bugging out like she was seeing the place for the first time; her smile seeming as wide as the windshield of her car.

I pulled into the turnaround in front of the house, knowing that's where I'd be parking my car from then on. I was going to let her have the garage, being that it was just the one-car variety. She whipped her car around, maneuvering it so that she could back down the driveway to make it easier to unload.

"I've got to get us a garage door opener," I said to myself, already making plans for things I needed to do to the house to make it more of a home. Since we were renting to own, there wasn't a lot I could do before we cashed in her stock to actually make the purchase, but a door opener was one of them. That thought was short lived as I climbed out of the Nissan, stretching a little as I waited for Ann to finish backing up. I was by the side of her car when she put it in park, rolling down the window with the engine still on.

"Why don't you open up the garage so I can pull in," she suggested.

Opening her door, I shook my head. "We've got plenty of time to unload, Anna. Besides, brides don't walk into their new home through the garage. They get carried in the front door, over the threshold."

"You are such a romantic," she whimpered, turning off the engine.

"I'm more of an eroticist."

"Well I like the sound of that," she laughed.

"Good. I'm going to go open the front door. You need to get undressed."

"Excuse me?"

"Take your clothes off, Anna," I grinned as I walked down the sidewalk to the front porch.

"Oh my God," she said aloud in the dark as I inserted the key to the front door. When I got back to the car, I could see the nervousness in her eyes as she slipped her heels back on.

"Are you okay?"

"Just an hour or so ago, I was telling you that I don't look around anymore when you tell me to do this, and then you go and find a way to make me self-conscious again. The way you keep me on edge amazes me sometimes."

"Weren't you saying how you were looking forward to finding ways to keep me happy?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Then why would it be any different for me?" I asked, crooking my finger and motioning for her to stand up. "The thing that turns you on the most is being made to do things, especially when you least expect them. I'm just trying to find ways to keep doing that to you."

She got on her feet, glancing around to see if any of our new neighbors might be looking. But there was no streetlight nearby, and it was already dark out. With no lights coming from inside the house, all anyone would have seen if they bothered to look out would be shadows. Still, she was standing in our new driveway, totally naked except for the heels.

Her hard nipples led the way as I took her hand, walking beside her down the sidewalk. I made sure she was away from the house, not wanting to block her in any way. She felt exposed, the cold air flowing over her skin, making goose bumps appear. Then again, they were more likely caused from her sudden state of arousal. I didn't have to feel her pussy to know she was dripping wet. But that didn't stop me from doing it.

We stepped up onto the long front porch, the white railing stretching across the front of the house. Ann froze, waiting for me to take her in my arms. Instead, I reached between her legs, feeling her mound, letting my middle finger slide through the folds of her labia. As my fingertip brushed against her labia ring, she moaned, her knees buckling. Anticipating, I swept her off her feet, cradling her in my arms.

Carrying her into the house, she nestled her head into my shoulder, sighing as I closed the door with my foot before I made my way across the great room. "You have this way of making me feel so vulnerable... and so safe at the same time," she whispered, kissing me on the cheek.

"I'm about to make you feel all kinds of things," I grinned as I set her down gently on the loveseat.

She looked up at me in wonder as I stood there, my eyes gazing over her incredible body. I felt something of my own, my cock stirring as a flash of pride ran through me. "God... she's my wife," I said to myself as I stared. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

She didn't move. Well, she did, but she didn't budge from the seat. She put her arms along the back, and slowly spread her legs, opening herself up for me. In essence, she was doing just what she said... making herself vulnerable. And that turned her on in so many ways.

"What are you going to do to me, baby?"

Dropping to my knees, I crawled over to her. "The first thing I'm going to do is make you feel at home here, Anna. And the best way to do that is to make you cum."

There was no need for foreplay. We'd been doing that pretty much since we left Indiana. Sure, there were hours and hours where we were each alone in our cars; but I know my mind seldom strayed from Ann and the thought of sex. Looking at her sitting on the loveseat, it was hard for me to believe she hadn't done the same.

Reaching under her ass, I pulled her closer to the edge of the cushions. She caught her breath, the primal desire in my eyes letting her know I was about to take her. I pressed my face forward, licking from her ass to her clit with one hard, aggressive swipe of my tongue. I'd flattened it out, dragging it over her pussy to cover as much area as possible, and she growled in response. I could tell she was grasping the top of the tiny couch from the way she moved, silently preparing for what I was about to do to her.

She still didn't see it coming. Not the way I attacked her pussy. It was raw and wild; nothing like the way I usually ate her out. I'd had my fair share of sloppy blowjobs, the kind where it was more about the intensity and the passion than it was about the technique. And truthfully, those of the wet, slobbery, sex-crazed variety were often the most memorable; fueled by lust. I was giving Ann the cunnilingus version of that experience.

I was drooling, my mouth trying to cover her entire pussy. My tongue was all over, licking here and lapping there. I sucked at her labia, pulling the lips in a lewd, wicked way. She spread her legs wider, stretching herself, making her pussy widen for me to ravage with my mouth. I dug deep inside, forcing as much of my tongue into that gaping hole as I could; doing the same to her ass from time to time just to let her know I hadn't forgotten about that forbidden pleasure zone.

Latching onto her clit, I grabbed her thighs from underneath, curling my arms around them to hold her in place while I assaulted her swollen bud with my teeth and tongue. She screamed, announcing to her new neighbors that a slut had arrived to live next door, her orgasm echoing around the cavernous room; the emptiness of the place making the cries of passion seem louder and longer.

She drenched my face, yet I continued, sucking and slurping at her cunt, holding my lips tight against her pussy to create a vacuum. Hollowing my cheeks, I batted the little appendage around, feeling her hands fly to my head. She gripped my hair violently, her legs clamping shut around my ears, holding me in place as she arched her back. Her thighs started shaking as I pawed at her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. She felt my fingertips stabbing at her asshole and she finally let go of my scalp, her body slumping into the cushions as she struggled to catch her breath.

"God... th... that was... amazing!" she panted, her perfect breasts rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in oxygen.

I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, making her eyes dart in my direction, a growl coming from deep inside her chest. "Good. Your first orgasm in our house should be amazing."

"Yours is going to be too, baby," she said as she started to get up.

I put my hand on her chest, letting her know I didn't want her to move. Grabbing the camera I'd snuck into the house when I opened front door, I held it up to my face, catching the disheveled look of a woman still in the afterglow of her powerful climax in my lens. She spread her legs wider, offering an unobstructed view of her cunt and the damp cushion underneath.