Silver Pt. 03

"Brown Sugar," she whispered.

As I had done the first night when I met her, I brought the polished sides of her nails up to my face and ran them along my cheek. I took her index finger and gave it a light bite before sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh god, Michael... that will never get old," she moaned.

"Mmm, I like Brown Sugar," I said with a grin.

I returned her hand to her side and ran my fingers down the soft leather of her back. I had never felt leather so soft, and the light jacket that she was wearing conformed snuggly to her body. Kneeling down in front of her, my hand left the bottom of her jacket, and drifted onto the soft leather that hugged her beautiful round ass. The material came down just above her knees. A beautiful brown leather skirt was staring me right in the face and for once in my life, found myself speechless.

Marlene reached down and grabbed my right hand and brought it to her side. She guided it to a slit that ran three quarters of the way up her skirt. My cock couldn't have gotten any harder as my hand raised up along the slit and reached around to grab the back of her silky, soft thighs. I sat back on my heels and looking up at her said, "I don't want you to say anything when I tell you this, OK?"

"OK," she lightly moaned.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful, Marlene."

I felt her tense, but then relax, as she raked her long nails through my hair. "You have more to go," she then said.

My hands glided along the softness of her skin and down her calves. I was expecting to find a strap to her heels, but instead, found a delicate ankle bracelet waiting for me. "Marlene..." I whispered.

"Brilliant, sparkling gold, the same as my earings," she said as her fingers raked harder through my hair and scalp.

I was wrong, my cock could get harder and it did, as it strained within the confines of my pants. I slid down further to the four inch leather heels that covered her feet. "these are so sexy," I said as my hands graced the softness of her leather shoes.

"Same color as my jacket, skirt and nails," she whispered.

I stood up and kissed her gently on her glossy lips. "You're not finished yet," Marlene said with a grin on her face.

"What?"

"You didn't see what's under my jacket, Handsome," she mused. "You might want to remove it first."

I slid her jacket from her shoulders, down along her arms and placed it on the back of the dining room chair. As I stepped back towards Marlene, she took my hands and placed them onto her shoulders. "Go ahead, Michael."

This time, I knew exactly what she meant and felt nothing but soft skin as my hands worked across her shoulders. I didn't feel any fabric until I came to the very corner. I traced my fingers along her arms, finding a skintight material which ended three quarters of the way down. "Holy shit," I sighed. she returned my hands to her shoulders and told me that I might want to feel the back first. Just as I had done the previous Saturday, I began to feather my hands down her back. I was expecting to run into her neckline, but ran into nothing except more soft skin. "Jesus," I whispered, as my hands continued dropping until they finally hit the material that stopped six inches above the waist of her skirt. "Marlene, are you kidding me?" I asked in shock. I slid my hands along the skin tight material and followed it around to her belly. Marlene grabbed my hands and with heavy breaths, slid them up along the ultra-slick material, and cupped them over her braless tits. Her nipples were straining through the incredibly thin material. Thinking the absolute impossible, my cock grew painfully larger within the confines of my Dockers. I squeezed and played with her gorgeous tits and Marlene moaned louder as she covered my hands with hers and squeezed them harder. Each of us groaned in the other's name, as we squeezed, pinched and pressed her tits together.

"Oh yes, yes, Michael, keep going...harder," she pleaded, as I felt a shiver race through her body. She rested her forehead into my shoulders, reached down to my ass and pulled hard into me. "Oh God yes..." she moaned, this time into my neck, as she ground into my hardness. Another shiver raced down her body and she let out a final moan into my neck.

"Oh Michael," she gasped in shallow, rapid breaths. "That felt so good."

Marlene once again took my hands up to her shoulders and began pulling them down the front of her chest. I felt nothing but skin until the slope of her breast were present. "It's called a Draped Front, backless bodysuit."

"It should be called, I'm going to have a heart attack," I said in total shock. "Is this Brown Sugar too?"

"Nope, this one is called, Leopard," she answered with a sly smile in her voice.

"Are you fricking kidding me, Marlene?" I questioned. "You're just teasing me, right?"

"Nope," was all that she said, as she reached down to check my crotch.

"Michael, I decided that I want dessert before dinner tonight," she seductively whispered into my ear.

"Oh God," I moaned, as my cock lurched in her hand.

Marlene took my hand and led me into the bedroom, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my Dockers, and pulled down my zipper. In one move, she pulled my pants and my underwear down my legs where they gathered around my ankles. Taking my raging cock into her hand and slowly stroking it, she looked up at me and said, "Michael, I hope that you're ready, because I am going to suck the life right out of you."

My knees buckled as I felt her tongue lick the base of my shaft up to it's angry looking head. She repeated her action, this time taking the head inbetween her full lips and sucked softly on the sensitive skin, sliding her tongue around it's circumference. She jerked her hand up to her lips and back down to the center of my hot shaft. Her full lips released the head with a moist smack of her lips and her hand quickly replaced them, squeezing and stroking the slippery skin. Her mouth dropped down below her hand and took the remaining side of my cock between her lips and she sucked as much of it into her warm mouth as she could, sliding her painted lips along the base and up to her jerking hand. "Mmm...Mmm...", she moaned as she lathered my cock with her saliva. Leaning back on her heels, Marlene began stroking the whole length of my cock as she encouraged me to give her what she had thought about all week. "C'mon, Michael, give me that cum... I want it now... It's been five days since I tasted you and I get wet just thinking of this..."

"Oh please, Marlene, suck me, don't tease... Finish me off, Sweetheart," I moaned, as her hand continued to slide along the full lenght of my cock.

"Oh Michael, are you ready? Are you ready to fill my mouth? It's been so long; it's going to be so much and I want it all down my throat."

My cock lurched with her words and she knew that I was getting close. Marlene pulled my cock to her mouth,sucking it halfway down before slurping it back up to the head. Her tongue swirled around the head again before she dropped back down, this time burying the remainder of my cock into her mouth and throat. I moaned loudly as her lips pressed against my pelvis. she backed off once again before beginning to suck it's entire length in a rapid, rythmnic pace. Her hand reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me in, as her mouth dropped back down in succession. Her slurping noises filled the room and I felt myself beginning what would be a monumental orgasm.

"Marlene, I'm going... I'm coming... god, yes...", I moaned, warning her of the mouth full of cum that she was about to receive.

"Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...", she hummed, as her lips raced along my vein textured hardness.

"Marlene...Marlene... I'm...coming..."

My cock swelled in Marlene's mouth and shots of cum blasted into her. Spurt after spurt followed as she struggled to swallow the volume. She held onto my ass, pulling me in and swallowing every drop that I could produce. She kept her mouth firmly wrapped around my length, cleaning and massaging the soft warm skin that filled her mouth.

My breathing was rapid as I gasped for air and held onto her head for support. She brought her other hand around to my ass and with both hands, held me firmly in her mouth as her tongue added to the sensation of my now fading orgasm. she slowly drew her lips back, and teased me, as she delicately took my shaft between her white teeth and looked up at me with a smile. She released my cock from between her teeth and pulled the remainder from her mouth, giving the head one last kiss before raising up and kissing me. "Mmm, that was better than cheesecake, Handsome," she purred, while playfully biting my earlobe.

"You are simply amazing," I said, still weak in the knees. "You are so incredibly sexy, Marlene."

"I love being sexy for you, Michael," she said as her lips pressed softly into me.

"How about if you get yourself together, while I go in and fix my lipstick and then we'll be off," she said, grabbing my balls and giving them a little squeeze before exiting to the bathroom.

I got myself tidied up, while Marlene was getting herself ready. I called Misty to let her outside before we left for the restaurant and stood out on the deck waiting for her to do her business. The evening air was warm, but the humidity that is so prevalent for a July night, was low. The slightest hint of a breeze was present, as I leaned on the railing and looked mindlessly out in the backyard. The wind chimes occasionally gave the slightest sound as the sun shined over the neighbor's roof onto me. I heard the screen door slide open and Marlene's heels step onto the deck. She walked up behind me as I stood, looking out into the yard and wrapped her arms around my chest.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said, leaning into me and giving me a kiss on the back of my neck.

"Mmm, it may take a bit more than a penny," I replied as Misty ran up the steps and headed towards us, wagging her tail in happiness.

"All done girl?" I asked Misty as I turned to face Marlene.

"No, I'm not," Marlene teasingly said, "But I think that we should get some dinner to hold us over."

I smiled as she gave me another soft kiss, cleaned her lipstick from my lips with a finger, and took ahold of my hand.

"Ready to go, Handsome?" she asked with a smile.

"Sure, Sweetheart, we better get out of here while we're still vertical," I replied with a laugh.

I locked up the house as Marlene grabbed her purse and we made our way out the door to her car. "Why aren't you bringing Misty, Michael?" she asked.

"I just want to be alone with you, Sweetheart, and the only thing that my hands are going to be holding onto is you," I said as I held the wrought iron railing and descended the steps to the sidewalk below. As we stepped onto the cement walkway, I slipped behind Marlene and holding onto her, said, "OK, lead the way." My hand slid onto her belly and gave her a little squeeze. Marlene gave a sigh, and started walking towards her car.

As we walked along the front of my house towards the driveway, Marlene stopped and said, "Oh Michael, she's looking out the window at us with those sad, brown eyes."

"She better get her hairy butt off of the sofa," I laughed, as I slid my hand up the silky leopard print fabric of her bodysuit and cupped her tits.

"Oh Michael... The neighbors can see us," she moaned, as she hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and pressing back into me.

"I told you that it was nicer walking this way and that we should do it more often," I said into her ear as I gave her erect nipples a light pinch. "Mmm, they're nice and hard for me."

"Oh god, we can turn around and skip dinner," she moaned as her pace slowed to a halt.

"Keep walking, little girl," I said, as I playfully kissed her neck and continued caressing her nipples.

We somehow managed to reach her car without ripping off each other's clothes. Marlene opened the passenger side door for me and asked, "How do we do this?"

"Just take my hand and place it on the top edge of the door frame," I said.

Marlene took my hand and did as I asked, placing my hand on the pointed edge of the open door. I stepped between the door and the car, reaching my hand out to feel for the seat before putting my leg inside, and sliding in to take my seat.

"Watch your head, Sweetheart," She said, as I felt her hand guide me inside so I wouldn't hit the roof of her car.

"I'm good, Sweetheart," I said as I settled into the leather seat.

I reached for the seatbelt, but Marlene already had it in her hand and began to pull it across my body to buckle it. Her hand rested on my hard cock as she clicked the belt into place. "Does that thing ever go down?" she asked, as she gave me a soft kiss.

"You know, it doesn't seem so, since I met you," I replied with a laugh.

"I guess I still have it," she said with a smile, giving it a little squeeze before closing my door and walking around to her side and sitting in the driver seat.

"Oh, believe me, you still have it," I said, as I reached over and grabbed her thigh.

I heard Marlene's car keys jingle and slide into the ignition. As she turned the key, the engine roared to life. She gave it a step on the gas peddle, and the engine raced louder before slowly settling down to an idle.

"Holy shit, what kind of car is this?" I asked, as the engine idled in an angry rumble.

"It's a Mustang GT, Michael."

"It is beautiful, what color? And don't you dare tell me that it is silver."

Marlene laughed and said, "No, it's Midnight Blue."

I heard Marlene playing with something on her side of the car before reaching over towards me and clicking something else. She pushed a button and the roof began to retract back. "Oh, I forgot to mention, it's also a convertable."

The canvas roof disappeared into the back of the car, followed by the sound of the windows sliding down. She grabbed the shifter and slipped it into reverse and eased the beautiful, blue beast out of the driveway. We slowly made our way through the side streets of our neighborhood until we came to the main road. The engine growled as we came to a stop and I could hear the clicking of the turn signal as we sat, waiting for the traffic to clear. Marlene made a right hand turn, and slipped out onto the main road. The engine screamed to life and my head slammed back into the headrest as the Mustang's wheels gripped the asphalt roadway and hurled us down the street. My hands grabbed onto the door handle and the other one onto the center console as we raced down the street. Marlene let her foot off of the gas and the car slowly eased back to a regular speed.

"You can let go of the door and console now," Marlene laughed. "Sorry, I just like doing that every once in awhile... Are you alright there, Handsome?"

"Yes, I'm fine... Just a little startled," I replied with a smile, which eventually led to a laugh.

Marlene took my hand into hers and rubbed it softly as we made our way to the restaurant. We talked along the way, as the car purred down the road. "When did you get this?" I asked.

Marlene told me that she bought the car as a present to herself after her surgeries and wounds had healed, and was capable of going out in public. She told me that she had me to thank for her being able to do so.

"Do you drive this into the city?" I asked.

"No," she answered.

"To the train?" I asked in disbeleif.

"Nope," she replied again.

"Then how do you get to work?"

"I have a SUV that I drive to work," she nonchalantly answered.

Looking over at her, I asked, "Marlene, what do you do for work?"

"I already told you, Handsome, I work for a law firm."

"Yes, I know, but what do you do at the law firm?"

"Michael, does it really matter?"

"No, it doesn't matter, but what do you do there," I asked.

"Um, I'm a lawyer," she said under her breath.

"Say that again..." I said.

"I'm a lawyer."

"Wow, that is really cool," I said in surprise.

"Do you think so?" she asked in releif.

"Yeah, it's great; you should be proud of yourself," I said, squeezing her hand tightly. "What's the name of the firm?"

"Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Neil," she answered, with hesitation in her voice.

"Marlene, what's your maiden name?" I asked, as I began to put things together.

"Oh Michael, it doesn't matter... let's talk about you instead, my life is boring."

"Marlene, tell me," I said with a little bit of mischief in my voice.

"Michael, please..." she pleaded.

"Marlene, you can beg later on tonight when my tongue is between your thighs, now tell me..."

"C'mon, Michael, please..." she pleaded further.

"Marlene?" I said, this time in a light, teasing voice.

"Alright, it's Cassidy," she said, as she exhaled heavily afterwards.

"Is your dad a partner?" I asked excitedly.

"No."

"Your uncle?"

"Michael, do we have to talk about this?" she said, with her voice pointing away from me.

"Yes, we do..." I said. "Your uncle?" I asked once again, this time in a higher pitched voice.

"No, Michael, not my uncle," she said, now looking towards me.

"You? You? You're the Cassidy in, Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Neil?", I shreeked. "You're a partner in a law firm?"

"Yes, I'm a partner in a law firm," she finally gasped. "Are you happy now?" she asked with a smile.

"Marlene, that is great... that is amazing... Why didn't you tell me?"

"Michael, I don't like to make a big deal about it, it's just a job."

"But it is, you should be proud of yourself," I told her. "You are amazing!"

"Michael, remember when I said that you were amazing when we were talking about the loss of your sight and you told me that you were just a regular guy with broken eyes?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Well, I'm just a regular woman with a broken soul," she said as tears trickled down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Sweetheart, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just interested in your life," I said apologetically.

Shortly after, we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and Marlene parked the car. I unbuckled my belt, opened the door and trailed my hand along it's smooth sides, and around to Marlene's door. I opened the door and took her hand and helped her out of her seat. I pulled her into me, hugged her tightly, looked into her eyes, and told her that nothing or no one will ever do that to her again. I kissed her softly and wiped the tears from her beautiful face with my hand.

"Michael," she said, "You are the spark that gave me life and the slightest bit of hope that there is actually some form of kindness that exists in this world... My broken world."

She kissed me softly as we stood in the parking lot, unaware of our surroundings. "You are so beautiful and sexy," I said to her as our lips gently parted.

"Michael...please..." she said, this time with a smile and a little poke into my stomach.

"I'm never going to stop telling you that," I said, "So you had better get used to it."

"Oh Michael, please, you are too much," she said as she pressed her soft lips onto mine once again. She laughed after our kiss ended, and wiped my lips with her fingers, removing the traces of her glossy lipstick. "We can't have you walking into the restaurant wearing lipstick," she giggled.

Marlene sat back down into the Mustang as the engine continued to rumble in a low groan. I heard the convertible begin to close and she clipped the latches shut that secured it to the car. She put the windows up and the engine silenced as Marlene turned off the ignition. I heard the jingling of keys and the sound of paper rattling before she stood back up and closed her door. "Ready, Handsome?" she asked. "Can you carry this for me?" she asked again, as she placed a bag containing a bottle of wine into my hand. "It's byob, so I picked up a bottle of wine for us," she said, giving me a pinch on my cheek and another one on my butt.