Red Alert

"I'll just wait a couple of minutes, for the storm to fade out, ok?" He said.

"Mmm... ok, it seems just a normal summer storm, doesn't it?"

The wind was still howling and slamming rain on the closed windows on the side of her apartment most exposed to it. They were still standing in the living room when she silently walked to her room, and Leon followed her, curious.

Her room had a window facing on a road less exposed to the storm: a couple of big trees stood just outside. The window was open, and the chilly storm breeze was flowing in the apartment. She closed the window and stood there, grabbing the window sill with her hands, looking at the leaves of the trees dancing in the wind, looking at the rain falling down, the light reflexes coming from the sparse yellow street lamps on the road; and he stood a couple of feet behind her, admiring her silhouette.

Her slender, tall body was framed by the window as in an old, classic paint. The light coming from the low abatjour on her right and the lights coming from the lower street lamps outside were giving her body an out-of-time scent Leon couldn't easily describe. What he knew, though, was that while he was admiring her like that, his body moved by itself again. He closed out the distance between them and embraced Rachel from the back, resting his head on her shoulder, looking out the window with her, in silence.

His hands were resting on her hip and stomach, his body so close to hers that he was sure she could feel his excitement. He loved the smoothness of her skin, the scent of her neck, but he knew -- he thought -- there was no time and no wish for more by her side. After a couple of minutes, silently enjoying the romantic atmosphere of the rain falling down, she said something that, to Leon, sounded like an opening.

"Storms... I so love storms. They put me both in an excited and melancholic state of mind and it is in such times I cannot think straight..."

He couldn't be sure that was a sign, though: they had been so open until that point, that they could have spoken about everything without implying something more... so, what was happening? Was Rachel... shy? That was the first time Leon realized it.

She slightly moaned while he kept caressing her shoulder and neck with his lips, his hands on her body roaming from her hips to her shoulders, grazing the side of her breast in the singlet.

He began gently massaging her shoulders.

"You said you are a good masseur... how would you massage me?"

Shy as she was, that seemed one hell of an opening and Leon was not going to let this slip.

"If you lie on the bed and let me massage you, you may find out."

She didn't answer, but moved away and dove into the bed that was just a couple of feet away, lying on her stomach.

He toggled his shoes and climbed on the bed, kneeling adrift of her.

"Hmm... is this a normal position for a massage?" She asked.

"Well, we have no special bed... I need to be close to you, don't I?"

It was just a petty excuse, and they both knew it. He was sitting on Rachel, feeling her firm butt below his, and he started massaging her shoulders, her neck and her clavicles with tender strokes.

And he was soon hard again.

***

As Leon's hands slid on her smooth skin, as his fingertips worked on her muscles, he could feel her breath getting heavier. She was turned on by his touch, by his gentle caresses; her entire body was relaxed and open to him.

Leon was still adoring her, every inch of her body, every sound she made. Her back lifting up and falling down in rhythm with her breath and his hands; her butt slightly moving as she arched her back, feeling his hardness resting between her cheeks.

He slid his hand under her singlet and unlaced her bra.

"I can't properly massage you if you wear it..." That was his second pretext of the night.

She didn't answer; she laid there, relaxed, as his hands began massaging her naked back, from her shoulder down, and lower.

Leon slid his fingers between her hips and her trousers, and he pulled them down a couple of inches.

"I have to massage here, too, am I right?"

Again, she didn't complain. He loved that feeling: knowing he could dare to do more, he could dare to touch more... and she would have never said "no".

He continued massaging her back for a while, but her moans and her body moving under him, rubbing his hardness, was too much for him to resist. He leaned on her, and gently kissed the back of her neck.

"Mmm... "

Rachel was doing nothing to hide her excitement. She loved his hands, his daring fingers, each stroke sliding a little more on her ass, and she wanted more. She lifted her ass a little, put her thumbs on her hips and pulled both her shorts and panties down. Leon stared for a moment to that naked beauty, to the white skin on her firm ass, wondering how come a woman nearly in her fifty could be so hot. His cock was hard as a rock, pulsating and already wet in his shorts: he was sure of it.

Leon realized soon he had to continue with the massage; but first he finished her job, taking off both pieces of cloth from her legs. On her panties, he noticed a big, wet stain: it felt good to notice that Rachel had been turned on for long, already.

She was now wearing only her red unlaced bra. Leon was absolutely thrilled by the sight of her; he was losing his focus... he couldn't resist for long like that.

And he had not to: as soon as he laid his hands back on Rachel's neck, he felt her hand - which was now lying straight on her side - caressing his inner leg until she reached what she was looking for. She began caressing his cock and tried to slide a hand inside his clothes... without success.

There was no need for words: Leon stood up near the bed, got rid of everything but his t-shirt, and sat down back on her. This time, she wrapped her fingers around Leon's cock as soon as she felt it pushing on her naked skin. She began gently massaging it, spreading his pre-cum all around its tip, gently massaging his balls... he was still pretending to massage her, but in reality, his focus was completely somewhere else: looking at her hand moving around his sex, at her ass wiggling up and down.

Rachel was still lying on her stomach, and as such Leon couldn't see her face, mostly hidden by her red hair falling down on the sides of her head. She was grinning satisfied, though; she was enjoying this even more than Leon. When she felt he was ready, she lifted her ass a little and guided his tip to the entrance of her pussy.

He felt her wetness around him, her lips disclosing to embrace his hard cock. Then laid on her, and pushed his entire weight on her, his full length inside her.

Rachel moaned hard and for the first time in a while spoke.

"Yes... Please... Push it farther inside me..."

The tone was not the one of the usual, calm, controlled and shy woman Leon knew.

"You are so manly... I cannot resist you; I want more of you; I want more of your big cock deep in my pussy..."

It was almost shocking for him to hear her speaking like that, but it was even more exciting thinking about her usual self: she seemed to have completely snapped.

He grabbed her wrists and pushed all his cock inside and then stopped; he focused on her moans, admired her sexy hands grabbing the sheets on the side of her head with pleasure, the shape of her tensed clavicles, her ass lifting up to ease his penetration.

"Yes... mmmmm...."

Then Rachel began moving her ass up and down. It was such a sexy movement... Leon had actually never fucked a woman in that position. He could feel her muscles gripping his tip, teasing him... and her firm ass grazing his crotch all the time. He began kissing her neck with passion, licking it, and she answered raising her tempo, pushing her hips more against him.

"Oooh... it... it feels to good... you are massaging me inside... you're teasing my cunt so well with your large cock... fuck me harder... please fuck me harder Leon..."

He had no restraints anymore. He began pumping his shaft in and out of her... all the way to her womb and back until his swollen tip just barely grazed her lips. Rachel's pussy was making such indecent noises... the shy girl from before was now completely open for him, inciting him to fuck her harder, spreading her legs and lifting her ass like that... he could not believe it.

"Faster please, faster... Fuck me faster... Deeper..."

He was bouncing on the bad from the hard pounding, and her moans became almost screams when she got closer to her climax.

"Yes...oh... Yes... I'm cumming... Don't stop... Fuck me..."

Rachel pushed her face into the pillow and screamed her pleasure. Leon could hear her muffled moans and feel the strong grip of her muscles on his entire shaft, now immobilized inside her, and thus came too... so hard, that each spurt of cum filling her felt like an electric shock.

Leon calmed down, lying on her. He could still feel occasional waves of pleasure every time she tightened her insides; he was shuddering with pleasure. Rachel was completely relaxed on the bed, enjoying the slight weight of his body on hers, his extraneous presence inside her, getting softer.

She turned her head a little and kissed him; then shook him off to her side, slid down and grabbed his sex in her hands, kissed it, licked slowly every inch of it until it was perfectly cleaned.

She stood up, and got dressed, then exited the room.

Leon thought she was going to come back soon but she didn't. After a couple of minutes, he stood up, dressed and went to the living room where he found Rachel sitting on the sofa, caressing a half-asleep Mimì with long tender strokes. Outside, the first light of the morning was colouring the sky: the rain had completely stopped.

"I think it's a little late. Could you please call me a taxi?"

Rachel nodded and smiled at him, picked up the phone and after a minute announced the taxi would be outside in a couple of minutes.

Leon put on his jacket, his shoes, and he felt a little unease when Rachel approached him by the door and greeted him with a cold handshake. He thought she seemed back to her usual self, but didn't know if that was a good or a bad sign. She was still a puzzle to him.

He moved out on the stairs and walked away, but turned around as soon as he heard steps behind him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, looking at him in the eyes.

"It was really nice to play with you."

She kissed him again, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, tasting him.

"Oh... and I have no boyfriend; I was just pretending to have one."

She smiled mischievously and then left, closing the door behind her back without turning back.

***

On the back seat of the taxi Leon's head was filled with thoughts: Had Rachel held him in the palm of her hand from the very beginning?

Was she just faking to be shy, or did she reveal her true self only when he managed to make her feel at ease?

What was that last glimpse of teenager behaviour she showed him on the stairs? Was that really an almost fifty-year-old woman?

What would have happened if rain had not come at that very crucial moment when he was going home a couple of hours before?

In any case, he couldn't get rid of that feeling that Rachel was really good at playing men, and that everything had been just a game for her amusement. His sixth sense was rarely missing the spot.

Still, Leon had no chance anymore to understand it that night.

He would have to wait for next time.