Ashley stayed wide awake most of the night. She slept at one of the Jones’s guestrooms. Her body still is filled with so many sensations. While she was not exactly a virgin, she must admit that what happened a few hours ago is the most exciting thing that she ever experienced. James’s member was long and thick. For the first time since she had sex, she was able to feel satisfied.
The next Friday, James, Ashley, and Trish decided to do some movie marathon. The entertainment room is the most fascinating feature of the Jones’ home. With state of the art technology, sound proof walls, and digital surround sound, it’s like being in a real theatre. Apparently, James and Trish’s dad is a movie addict and he wanted his kids to be able to watch all their movies the best way possible.
Ashley was seated at the giant lazy boy, holding a big tub of popcorn and surrounded with pizza and sour gummy candies and other kiddie movie arsenals. Ashley and James are seated on the enormous leather couch at the farther side of the room. The ink dimness of the room, coupled by the creepy sounds amplified by the digital speakers made the movie experience more realistic.
As the minutes ticked by and the movie started to progress, James’s hand caught Ashley’s back. He held her like that for a few minutes then it inched downward to get a grip of her butt. His movement was deliberate and it made her skin tingle all over again. He slipped his hand under her sweater and rubbed her back, she almost squirmed in her seat.
She placed her hand on his thighs and rubbed him just the same, sensually caressing him until she heard her swift intake of breath. As his hand moved to cup one of her breasts, she felt hot and feverish and desperate to be alone with him. They were under a thick duvet but the privacy it offers is only minimal. She wanted to scream and moan and writhe on the couch. She wanted to do so many unmentionable things to him. The last thing she actually needed is a movie. Ashley took his hand and led it between her legs. She had been so hot and bothered the very second she sat beside him and now, restraint is out of the window. James understood perfectly what she had in mind and so slowly, she pushed a long finger inside her panty. Her skirt was highly accessible, but he found it difficult to play with her pussy with her seating position. “Spread your legs, Ash.” He whispered. She nodded her assent and spread her legs wide, giving him the access he needed. The fact that he would be finger fucking her here in the darkness is such a huge turn on. She leaned close to him and licked his earlobe, keeping her eyes focused on Trish’s seat. She’s a few feet away from them and oblivious to what’s happening behind her. At that moment, Ashley didn’t care. All she could think about was the wonderful feeling of James’s finger exploring her hot and slick pussy. She pushed her flesh against his hand, urging him to go deeper and deeper. Ashley touched herself countless of times in the past, but nothing is as erotic as another’s hand plunging into her folds. She was wet with wanting and her juices flowed more freely with the slow and deliberate stimulation. His hand screwed her vagina, rubbing against her G-spot, driving her over the edge.
Her hand went frantic over his growing bulge. He unbuttoned his pants to allow my hand to come in contact with his cock. His silkiness was addictive and she glided her hand back and forth over his entire length. He let out one long breath as he pushed another finger inside her and continued to fuck her with his fingers. With his swift movements, he rubbed her most sensitive places and caused her to spasm so hard, their heads almost bumped onto each other. His hand filled with her warm juices. James rubbed her thighs to steady her and lovingly squeezed her arms. “I can’t wait for tonight.” He whispered.
Mrs. Jones was all dressed up again for one of her weekly events and just like always, she managed to look smashing. It amuses Ashley that her corporate look is always linear and elegant-subtle make up, simply brushed hair, neutral colours, and faint woody floral scents. However, she turns into this flamboyant bombshell every Friday night. Looking at her now, dressed in midnight blue tunic dress, red high heels, and gypsy chandelier earrings, you wouldn’t suspect that she already has a son going to the University. A whiff of patchouli and sandalwood marked her trail-bordering on Zen whorish.
Trish went to bed early as she got tired of playing with the neighbour twins-Kale and Kate. They spent the whole afternoon running around the yard and playing hide and seek. She sagged on the couch and massaged her tired feet. She came home for a few minutes to change. As she looked at her drawstring shorts and her light sheer blouse, she wished she had on something thicker as she started to feel cold. She opened her backpack and rubbed some warming oil on her feet and hands, loving the smell and warmth of it on her skin. She didn’t know that she dozed off.