tagMatureStepping Out in the Suburbs Ch. 06

Stepping Out in the Suburbs Ch. 06

byInsatiableSteve©

The rain was falling in sheets, the sky dark from the cloud cover even though it was barely past 5 pm on this mid-July Tuesday. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic half a mile from home, my forward progress thwarted by train after train full of downtown Chicago commuters passing through the crossing a few blocks ahead.

As I sat waiting to drive forward my eyes were drawn like magnets to the figure of a shapely young woman as she passed by my car, seemingly resigned to the fact that she was going to get soaked whether she walked or ran. Her full, firm breasts and nicely rounded ass were highlighted by her wet black halter top and blue jean shorts, her dark blonde hair plastered to her neck and back. The traffic was so congested that I kept pace with her for an enjoyable 10 seconds, during which I admired and appreciated the view. Distracted by the sight, I failed to notice that the car ahead of mine had moved ahead until the driver behind me laid on his horn.

Upon hearing the horn the young woman turned her head toward the street. Holy crap, I thought, that's Rachael, a college girl who lived a block away from us in a house her divorcee mother had purchased from one of my clients a good 10 or so years ago, back when Rachael was just on the cusp of womanhood. She didn't notice me, just turned her head and kept walking. I pulled ahead and hit the button to lower the passenger-side window as I drew abreast of her once more.

"Rachael! Hop in!"

Her brow crinkled as she looked my way through the pouring rain, trying to figure out who I was. "Mister Hayes, is that you?"

"Yes! Get out of the rain; I'll get you home." She smiled and jogged over to the car, her breasts bouncing freely, much to my enjoyed.

"Thanks, Mister Hayes," she said with a smile that belied what a mess the rain had made of her, eye makeup running down her face as she got into the passenger seat.

"You're very welcome - and please, call me Steve. After all, you're a college girl now, right?" She smiled, nodding vigorously, droplets of water shaking out of her hair and onto the leather upholstery. Again her breasts jiggled, and the car behind me honked as my gaze lingered on her deep cleavage and her nipples, which popped up prominently as the air conditioning flowed invisibly toward her amazing chest. I moved forward. "What are you doing out here, anyway?"

"Ugh! I got into a fight with my asshole boyfriend Todd and stormed out of his car about a mile back just before the rain started."

"Why? What happened?"

"I found out that he hit on my best friend Sheila. She says all they did was kiss but she's kind of a slut so I kinda doubt that's all they did."

"What? That's crazy. How could anyone cheat on a beautiful angel like you?"

"I know, right? And the worst part is I left my purse in his car. I'm so stupid!"

"No, you're not. You were upset. It's hard to think straight at times like that."

"Maybe. I don't know. My mom says I'm too impulsive sometimes." She paused, twirled a clump of her wet hair in her fingers, wringing droplets of rain from her hair while the wipers steadily wicked water from the windshield. "Shit! My keys were in my purse and I don't think anyone is home."

"That's no big deal. Doesn't your garage have one of those keypad thingies?"

"How do you know that?" she asked, an odd expression on her face that suggested I was some kind of weirdo stalker.

"I'm a realtor with an eye for detail, Rachael. I also know that your house has two-and-a-half bathrooms with a soaker tub in the master bath and that the kitchen was newly renovated with stainless steel appliances and white granite countertops just before you moved in."

"That's funny. I don't know if I could even remember what color carpeting is in my mom and stepdad's bedroom."

"Hmmmm...I'm pretty sure it's cream-colored."

"You're right, it is," she replied after a few seconds. "Anyway, the batteries in the keypad died weeks ago and the asshole never replaced them."

"The asshole? Todd?"

"No, the other asshole. Eric, my stepdad. He's so annoying. Totally sponges off of my mom. Thank god my dad pays my tuition or I probably couldn't afford to go to college."

"Ah. Yeah, step situations are always weird. My niece and nephew can't stand their stepdad either," I replied. "So what do you want to do? I was just going home to fix an early dinner. You're more than welcome to keep me company until you can get into your house."

"Won't Mrs. Hayes mind? I don't want to be a burden."

"I'm on my own this evening. She'll be working really late. She's on a project downtown and they've got really long hours right now due to a schedule shift."

"You mean someone screwed up and now they have to hurry up to get the work done on time and practically kill themselves?"

"Ha! That's pretty accurate. You have some good insights into how the grownup world works."

"Hey, I'm a grownup! I just took a short-term internship this summer because I wanted to actually enjoy part of my time off from school. You can only be an unpaid slave for so long."

"You're right, you're right. Whatever company had you was pretty lucky to have your services, though."

"Eh. It was mostly pervy old white dudes leering at me in between coffee and lunch orders."

"Gross. Unwelcome attention has to be the worst," I said, finally turning left onto our street and vowing to try not to ogle Rachael anymore for the duration of our ride.

"You have no idea," she replied, adjusting her wet halter and bra. It was all but impossible not to watch as she handled her amazing rack.

"Here we go," I commented as I turned left into my driveway and clicked the button to open the attached garage before pulling inside. I put the transmission into park and pointed through the windshield. "Out of the rain at last. Those three steps ahead lead up and into our house."

"Thanks, Mister...Steve," Rachael said as she opened her car door and walked toward the door to our utility room. I tried not to stare at the way her rear filled out her wet shorts, the way the denim clung to her hips and ass. I likely failed, but she was intent on where she was going and didn't look back at me.

"So, like...is it cool for me to throw my clothes into the dryer? Do you have anything of Mrs. Hayes's that I can wear?"

"Sure. Yeah. Let me run upstairs and find something for you to put on."

"Okay. I'll be here. Not going anywhere for a while, I guess," she said with a shy, embarrassed smile.

I raced upstairs, unsure what to grab. My wife was curvy like Rachael but 20 years older and at least that many pounds heavier. After a few minutes of rummaging through the master closet I realized I was overthinking things, since it shouldn't take all that long for her clothes to dry. I finally grabbed some gray sweat pants, a pair of red running shorts and a black Modest Mouse tee shirt and brought them back downstairs.

"Hey, hopefully some combo of these will work..." I began as I walked into the utility room, which was already filled with the sound of her wet clothes clattering in the dryer. What I saw upon entering rendered me speechless. Rachael was standing in front of the mirror, clad only in her light blue bra and panties, crying. I felt a crazy, dizzying rush of love and lust at the same time.

Her eyes caught mine in the mirror. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just your friendly neighborhood mess of a girl," she joked as she turned to face me. My expression must've given me away, because the next thing I knew she was walking toward me with her arms outstretched. "Will you hold me?"

I wrapped my arms around her, my trimmed beard against her wet hair. I felt her tremble, my hands on the moist, cool skin of her back. I gently massaged her there.

"This feels nice. I'm a little bit chilly. But you're so warm."

"I'm happy to be here for you," I whispered, surprising myself by planting a tiny kiss on the top of her head.

"Why are boys so awful?" Rachael muttered into my chest. The slight friction of her body against me caused my traitorous cock to rise as I enveloped her small, shivering form. She wiggled her hips against me, leaned back a bit and looked up at me with a mischievous grin on her face, her greenish eyes twinkling. "Mister Hayes, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing but the rain," I feebly uttered.

"The rain? That got me all wet? And put us here?" Her hands pulled my neck down as she rose up on her toes. "All alone?" she whispered, licking upward from my chin to my mouth, which willingly yielded to her as we kissed. Her sheer vigor overwhelmed, her youthful tongue spiraling about mine, my mind quickly making the jump to how amazing it would feel to have her mouth on my cock.

I felt like a teenager all over again as this voluptuous young woman and I passionately mouthed one another, our hands on one another's faces, running fingers through each other's hair as we breathlessly made out. A minute flew by in a second as I found myself running short on breath, finally breaking off our kiss and dropping my hands down to Rachael's hips.

"Holy shit! Where...where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"What do you mean? Was it weird? Did I do it wrong?"

"Obviously not," I replied, taking one of her hands in mine and placing it on my bulge. "You're so passionate and arousing!"

I let her hand go as she began to explore me through my pants, eliciting a soft moan from me. "Feels nice? It feels really nice to me," she said with a knowing grin on her face, which had quickly transformed from angelic to devilish.

"Your touch feels amazing, Rachael. But we don't have to do this if you don't want."

"Do what? Why wouldn't I want this?" She paused, her hand continuing to cup and stroke me. "After all - if Todd gets to be with other people, so do I. Besides, I've never been with an actual man."

I stood transfixed as Rachael unzipped my black pants and fished inside until she worked my length out through the fly of my boxer briefs. "Hmmm...not as wrinkly as I expected," she smirked. "Do you think he likes me? He feels very warm and firm. And he's practically drooling."

Her young soft hand felt amazing on my cock as she slowly stroked it while leaning against me. "Do you...how about we go over to the couch? We'll be more comfortable there." I took her hand in mine and led her to the green sectional in our family room, sat beside her and began kissing her neck while her hand once again went to my cock.

"That feels very nice," she practically purred. "But right now I just want to thank you for getting me out of the rain." She struggled for a moment with my belt before I assisted her, unbuckling it and popping the clasp on my trousers. She pulled my black leather dress shoes off, dropping them to the rug, then pulled my pants and underwear down. I lay back, fully erect, smiling at my good fortune as this voluptuous young woman began to unbutton my blue dress shirt, laying a kiss on each bit of newly exposed flesh as she worked her way down from my chest to my groin.

"You have a beautiful cock, Steve," Rachael commented as she kneeled before me, her thumb just below my head as she gently rubbed. "It's so nice and thick. A man's cock."

I moaned in appreciation as she concentrated her touch on the underside of my length, her thumb just above the circumcision scar while her four fingers gently rubbed against the top of my shaft. "Rachael, that feels amazing."

"Well hopefully this will feel even better," she replied as she took my head into her mouth, spun her strong tongue around it. I reflexively placed my hands on her head, gently ran them through her wet waves of hair. I felt completely lost watching her pretty face as she lowered herself and took my full length down, then watched as if hypnotized while she raised up on it, her tongue gently lapping the entire time.

"My god, you're incredible," I hissed, her face breaking out into a broad smile that reached all the way up to her twinkling eyes. "The girls I knew back in college didn't have half of your skill or enthusiasm."

"I enjoy doing nice things for nice people," she replied, kissing her way down the underside of my shaft, then wrapping her right hand around me, returning to her thumb-under-my-head move while lifting my cock out of the way to gain better access to my heavy, cum-laden balls. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other, watching me the whole time as I leaned back and gave in to her tongue worship and suctioning abilities, her damp hair gently whisking against me.

After several minutes of her amazing fellatio my shaft was slick with a combination of her spit and my own copious precum. She suddenly paused, leading me to open my eyes in surprise. Her eyes locked on to mine as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. "I've seen how you look at my tits," Rachael taunted as she dropped the garment to the floor, revealing her firm, round, milky white orbs. She was easily a D cup, with large, slightly puffy pink aureole topped with perfect little nubs. "Are they everything you'd hoped?"

"My god, yes. And your tan lines are so sexy."

"Do you think? I hate 'em. But I never get the chance to tan naked."

"They're perfect," I replied, reaching my hands out toward her. She locked her fingers with mine and I pulled her up, bringing her luscious breasts up to face level. I placed a hand on each, amazed at how firm they felt, how perfect she was in her youth. She moaned softly as I thumbed each pert nipple, ground her panty-covered crotch against my stiff member as I began to kiss and lick her chest.

"That feels so nice," she cooed. "Todd loves my tits but he doesn't know how to make me feel this good."

"He's young; he'll learn," I replied while swirling my tongue around her left nipple.

"Hey, lick between my tits, on my breast bone," Rachael unexpectedly instructed me. "There's something I'd like to try." I willingly complied, willing my saliva forth until there was a sheen in the valley between her breasts. She looked down, nodded and slid partway down my body, pausing briefly at my mouth. We kissed some more while I thrust against her for half a minute, my hands cupping her firm bottom until she moved down until she was once more on her knees before me.

She took me in her mouth, all the way down to the hilt, and held me there for a good 10 seconds before her head bobbed back up again. She then held my wet length at the base and rubbed my tip against her breasts, a broad smile on her face. "My god, you're just so fucking sexy, baby girl," I muttered as she placed my meatus against an erect nipple, causing me to shiver as she moved about, spreading my precum.

"Thank you, daddy," she replied in a girlish tone, a wicked grin on her face. It felt like my fully erect cock grew an extra inch when she said that, though I couldn't verify this as she enveloped my shaft between her soft breasts and started to slide up and down. I in turn began to thrust as she held me captive in her cleavage, her tongue reaching out to lick my head each time it emerged. The sights, the sensations, even the wet sounds combined to leave me in a state of bliss.

"Such a good girl," I whispered hoarsely.

"Am I making you happy, daddy?" Rachael asked without pausing her motion.

"Yes, sweetheart," I replied, stroking her head. "Daddy is very happy."

"Thank you, daddy. I want to please you." She switched up her technique, took my shaft in her hand and slid my head between her full lips, began to slide her hand up and down my length with her mouth following, stimulating every nerve in my cock at once. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came if she kept this up.

She did indeed keep it up, for one minute, then two. "Fuck Rachael, sweet little baby doll, don't stop, you're making me very happy, you're so good to daddy," I muttered mindlessly, reveling in the sensations of her sliding hand, her suction, her busy tongue, lost in our impromptu roleplay. "Don't stop, shit, oh baby, here it comes, oh fuck I'm coming." My first pulse shot forth while she had me entirely in my mouth and went straight down her throat; my second jetted out onto her tongue on her upstroke. She continued to pump me with my hand and aimed the next few shots at her breasts before rubbing my cock against her face, my final weak shots landing on her cheeks and chin as I laughed with joy.

"Thank you daddy," Rachael said, once more using that girlish voice. Surprising as it may seem, it was the first time I'd ever come on a woman's face. She looked amazing with my milky white fluid on her tanned face and white breasts; my cock jumped involuntarily in her hand as I took it all in, that girlish face on that womanly body. She let it go, reached her right hand down to a large dollop near her sternum, coated the tip of her index finger with it, brought it to her mouth and sucked her finger dry. "It's a very sweet treat."

I chuckled in response. "Come here, baby doll," I said as I reached my hands out, pulled her on top of me, her soft, sticky breasts rubbing against my chest hair as I kissed her, not caring that her tongue and face were coated with my essence.

"Ooooh, you got something in your beard," she said, licking a bit of come off of my face. Her impish smile returned as she started rubbing her face all over mine, leaving us both a bit sticky and slippery with my ejaculate.

"Naughty girl!" I exclaimed, trying to suppress my laughter at Rachael's mischievous kink. "You made daddy all messy!"

"I'm sorry, daddy! Please don't spank me." A moment later, I responded by gently swatting her left ass cheek with my right hand. She let out a comical yelp while sliding her panty-covered pussy against me, just above my pubic bone. I spanked her again, eliciting the same result. "I'm glad you're not using a hairbrush like mommy does."

"That's right," I said, playing along. "I'm going to go get it." I rolled Rachael off of me and stood, wearing only my unbuttoned shirt and tie, and headed upstairs. Without hesitation she followed me, still dressed in her blue panties, to the master bedroom. I went to our en suite bathroom, rummaged through my wife's top drawer until I found her flat, black, soft-plastic brush.

I walked back into the bedroom, stunned to see that Rachael had removed both the comforter and her underwear and was on all fours on our king-sized bed, her shaven pussy clearly visible, lips slightly parted. I paused for a moment, awed by her youthful perfection, free of the mars and marks that experience leaves upon our bodies - it had literally been more than two decades since I'd been with such a young woman. "I'm sorry daddy I didn't mean to get you all messy like that," she said. "Please don't spank me too hard."

I wanted nothing more than to kneel behind Rachael and rub my cock against her until I achieved a full erection, then enter her and fuck her hard until I came. Instead, I sat down next to her, bringing a confused frown to her face. "Lay across daddy's lap," I instructed. She moved into position, her head facing away from me to my left so I could spank her with my right hand. I gently ran the bristles side of the brush across her bottom, briefly sliding it between her legs before turning it over and gently striking her with it. Her pussy lips rubbed against my cockhead as she jerked in response and let out a soft whimper. I repeated the motion several more times, then struck her a bit harder. Each time I did so her warm, wet womanhood rubbed against my glans, quickly getting me fully hard.

I stopped after a dozen or so strikes. Her ass was well marked already and I didn't want to further blemish her otherwise perfect form. "Did baby girl learn her lesson?" I offered up.

"Yes, daddy."

"And what would you like now?"

"This," she said, wriggling against my erection. "I want this now!"

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