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There was something about the salty ocean breezes of that summer holiday. A squeeze of the cheeks here, a glance down the front of the dress there, stolen kisses down the long hallway…. Every look had a double meaning—a sweet, safe-for-company smile with a head cocked just so, that one could bend up to look at the other, eyes twinkling with mischief. That ever-present video camera, damned one minute, blessed for capturing what the mind so quickly forgets, was witness of our daring flirtations.

It was as if we were teenagers again. The very real possibility of getting caught with, quite literally, our pants down, added fuel to the fire.

I sensed more than heard him closing in behind me, feeling his eyes branding his name across my ass as we ran up the stairs like horses rushing to the finished line.

He pushed me into one bedroom, across the quaintly made bed. I wanted my man. I wanted him now. I just cared how. Still, from that room, with the windows open, we could hear them as if they were standing beside us. Surely they could hear my voice rising with the crescendo as he plucked my strings of desire. We moved to the next room, where we could easily slip to the bathroom if we heard someone come up the stairs. I helped him slip out of his shorts, I shimmied out of my panties.

Have I ever expressed my love for dresses before? With my legs astride him, his eyes were on fire. And then we heard a sound. We held our breath, held our positions.

No clambering up the stairs. I slipped down to my knees to distract him in other ways. Finally, he stood up and pushed me into the small bathroom. Leaning me up against the cool porcelain sink, he dove into me, like I was a cool pool of water on this hot summer day. With each refreshing dip, I grabbed onto the sides of the sink and tried to mute my pleasured moans. Then we heard the door creak open for real.

It was one of the kids. His shorts were pulled up and zipped in half a second. With barely a kiss, he was gone, leaving me in the bathroom to wash up. That was a sensuous summer. A night where we waited for slowed breaths of sleeping babes, so we could unzip our side-by-side sleeping bags and join our two cocoons.

I could slide my hand across his slender body, remembering where the dips below his hips were, the moles on his skin, the hair on his chest.

The ways my hands could find his growing pleasure. He was all mine, and I was all his during that magical period of time. It was lust, yes. Lust intermingled with falling in love. Lust of the very best kind. Please check out what everyone else in the Insomnia Club thinks about lust…. Lust in My Heart. Lust, The Jazz Singer, and Me. Lust, love, greed and consciousness. Women Are From Mars: I have a healthy relationship…with Lust.

Follow updates on twitter using insomniaclub: THANK you, so glad you loved it! It was so much fun to re-live and write. Perhaps I need to think about bringing my sexy back. I so want a love like this one again too. And there's nothing like a lil of the but-we-might-get-caught! Yes, that fear of being caught adds to that rush and intensity. Will never relive that summer, but I was glad to capture a taste of that feeling again in words.

These are the love affairs so intense, it hurts so much when they end. Still love the beauty of your writing! Thanks for expressing this so well; so honestly and accurately.

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Still, from that room, with the windows open, we could hear them as if they were standing beside us. Surely they could hear my voice rising with the crescendo as he plucked my strings of desire. We moved to the next room, where we could easily slip to the bathroom if we heard someone come up the stairs. I helped him slip out of his shorts, I shimmied out of my panties. Have I ever expressed my love for dresses before? With my legs astride him, his eyes were on fire. And then we heard a sound.

We held our breath, held our positions. No clambering up the stairs. I slipped down to my knees to distract him in other ways. Finally, he stood up and pushed me into the small bathroom. Leaning me up against the cool porcelain sink, he dove into me, like I was a cool pool of water on this hot summer day. With each refreshing dip, I grabbed onto the sides of the sink and tried to mute my pleasured moans.

Then we heard the door creak open for real. It was one of the kids. His shorts were pulled up and zipped in half a second. With barely a kiss, he was gone, leaving me in the bathroom to wash up. That was a sensuous summer.

A night where we waited for slowed breaths of sleeping babes, so we could unzip our side-by-side sleeping bags and join our two cocoons. I could slide my hand across his slender body, remembering where the dips below his hips were, the moles on his skin, the hair on his chest.

The ways my hands could find his growing pleasure. He was all mine, and I was all his during that magical period of time. It was lust, yes. Lust intermingled with falling in love. Lust of the very best kind. Please check out what everyone else in the Insomnia Club thinks about lust…. Lust in My Heart. Lust, The Jazz Singer, and Me. Lust, love, greed and consciousness. Women Are From Mars: I have a healthy relationship…with Lust. Follow updates on twitter using insomniaclub: THANK you, so glad you loved it!

She had enjoyed every second she was with Donnie, from the time she entered his room and closed the door to the time he pulled out of her and came in her mouth. Jill licked her lips at the memory of his cock spewing his cum onto her tongue. Donnie's cream had been deliciously salty sweet. It was the wine, she told herself. Just the wine and listening to him and Nancy fuck all night. How could you stop yourself after all that? There's nothing wrong with you, but it can never happen again.

This itch is scratched. I mean what's a girl to do after all that? Her hair was a mess. She smiled at her reflection. Then she saw something background move, making her jump. The mirror was on the same wall as the door into Donnie's bedroom and reflected back into Nancy Darsch's own bedroom. She had watched Donnie jerking off in Nancy's bedroom this morning. See his naked body and the size of his cock was what had sent her sex drive into high gear.

Mirrors work both ways, she thought. When she looked into the other bedroom now, she could see anything. Just the wind moving the curtains, she told herself.

Convinced she was still alone, Jill turned from the window and exited. After her fuck, she needed to wash the sweat and shame away. Across the gap between houses, Nancy Darsch peeked her head out from behind the wall, to see if Jill was still there. Seeing Donnie's bedroom door close, she let herself step out from her hiding place. That little slut , she thought. She could put two and two together. Nancy had watched Jill lay in bed a bit longer, knowing from personal experience how exhausting yet fulfilling a fuck from Donnie was.

She also could guess from the position her friend had curled herself into that she felt some shame from what she had done. There's nothing to be ashamed of girl, Nancy silently sent over to Jill. Sometimes a woman just needs a good fucking from whomever she can get a hold of.

In a small act of encouragement, Nancy blew a kiss to the empty room. Downstairs, Donnie finished up moving the antiques from his aunt's car.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he heard the shower upstairs start. His Aunt Jill was cleaning off. Maybe I should go up there and surprise, he mused. She does owe me a tit fuck. His cock started to tent against his shorts.

Even after a night of fucking his neighbor and then fucking his aunt, his youth allowed him to keep going. He gave his swelling cock a squeeze. It was his neighbor Briana Jones.

Jones," he said, adjusting himself. Jones was a prude. The African-American woman lived next door and was married to a local preacher who was always on some mission to South American countries. Her husband's good work seemed to give her the right to judge everyone.

There was never a day that she didn't have a sour look on her face. We would be remiss to waste it. I hope you're not planning on wasting your day again. Jones waved him away. Teenagers never understood the beauty of the morning until they were too old to enjoy it.

Briana turned away from him, and satisfied that her muscles were ready, she began to jog down the street.

Donnie watched her go. He especially watched the way her ass jiggled with each step. What a stick in the mud , he thought as watched her ass. I should give her a stick in the mud. He had always had a fancy for Mrs. Her son was one his best friends and nowhere near the level of asshole that she was. Every time Donnie went over to her house she made some sort of comment about how he should get his soul saved or how his relatives were living in sin or something like that.

It fueled his fantasies that one day he would just take her and fuck the bitch out of her. With a shake of his head, Donnie turned to go back inside. Briana could feel her neighbor's eyes on her as she jogged away.

She knew he was watching her ass. Part of her was disgusted; part of her was complemented. The Lord made our bodies to be temples, she thought as she jogged.

They aren't to be used for depravity and wanton lust. At least that's what she consciously told herself. Deep down, she liked it when Donnie was watching her.

She knew from the looks he gave her whenever he came to her house to hangout with her son Marcus, he was lusting for her. It turned her on but she fought tooth and nail to try and ignore the feelings. Her husband was a good man. He always away with missions and saving souls was good work.

But it left her neglected. As she ran away, the need in her grew. Back at home, Donnie was again tempted to head upstairs and brazenly walk into the shower but thought better of it. It's probably not a good idea to push my luck. He went out back to the pool instead. Despite everything that happened, chores still needed to get done.

He grabbed the long pool brush and started scrubbing the sidewalls. He turned around and saw her standing in the open fence gate. She wore a red bikini, a pair of sunglasses and her body language screamed of lust. He placed the pole onto the deck and faced her. Seeing her in the little red swimsuit made his cock throb. She carried a plastic bag with her. It was a pair of small striped shorts. I want to see you in it at least once," Nancy said with devilish grin.

She watched as he pulled down his shorts. His cock, at half-mast from seeing her in the bikini, swung out, bobbing up and down from being freed.

To get a better look, Nancy lifted her sunglasses above her eyes. She stared at the meat as he kicked off his gym shorts and pulled on the swimsuit. It fit him snugly but his cock strained against the material. It bulged out, with the head and a few inches sticking above the waistband.

Let's get it off of you so you can be comfortable. They kissed, deep and long, their tongues dancing. Darsch got onto her knees and pulled his suit down. The column of flesh hit her in the face, making her laugh. Without a word, she started sucking on the head. He ran his fingers through her hair and grabbed the back of her head. Guiding her up and down, Donnie marveled at her skills as she swallowed his cock.

Nancy swirled her tongue across the spongy head and along the shaft. She loved the feeling of the steely column of flesh in her mouth. It excited her to know she could still do this to a young man. But something else excited her too; there was strong taste of something on his cock that drove her into frenzy. Popping Donnie's cock out of her mouth, Ms. Darsch looked up at the young man. She gave him a lewd smile and slowly began stroking and squeezing the head.

Let me cum first," Donnie begged. It's almost pathetically sexy," she said, standing up. She grabbed hold of his erection and pulled him towards one of the poolside loungers.

Keeping her legs straight so her ass stuck straight at the boy, she pulled down her bikini bottoms. Kicking the pair to the side, she lay back on the furniture and pulled her shades over her eyes.

She then spread her legs, inviting him in. Donnie looked at her with lust. The animal was on the hunt and had just seen its prey.

His cock was ready to burst and thickened harder when her saw her waiting pussy. Its clean-shaven lips were wet and ready for his intrusion. He stepped forward, cock leading the way, bouncing with each stride. She held up her hand, stopping him. Nancy wagged a finger of her upwards hand, stopping him.

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