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Just another teaser: I know I shouldn’t be in this predicament, but it just so happens that I was in the bathroom when the last two people walked out of Jeff’s house. We’d just finished having a great night of drinking, spades and remembering the old days; plus my girl Alison and I just turned 35 last week. So now I’m standing here in this bathroom mirror reapplying lipstick. Who am I kidding? I know exactly what I’m doing. The bigger questions is does he know what he’s in for?

I made my way out the bathroom and back down the hallway to the living room. Jeff was sprawled across the love seat obviously tired and overwhelmed by the mess that we all created in his dining room and kitchen. I took a seat on the sofa adjacent to where he was laying, cross my leg over thigh in that womanly way that drives every man crazy. Especially when the woman has on a short fitted dress that accentuate every curve of her body. “I really enjoyed myself, I’m glad everybody was able to make it”

“Yeah, it was pretty cool to see everybody. And that damn Kevin ain’t changed one bit. He really thought nobody would notice him dealing from the bottom of the deck.”

“Well you know Kevin will do anything to make sure he doesn’t lose.”

“Yeah, I know. We should keep this up and plan to do it again in a few weeks or maybe next month some time. But at somebody else house though. Y’all done left my place in ruins” he said with a laugh but I knew he was serious.

I was peering at him so seductively. “Do you want me to stick around and help you out?”

He glanced at me when I asked that last question and then sat up suddenly as if he had a second jolt of energy. He took both his hands and swept them across his lap a few times, as if he was dusting himself off. He added “no I’m good, I know you need to get home.” I’m not sure what was wrong with him but suddenly he would not look my way. He’s acting like he’s nervous. I stood up with my jacket in hand as if I was about to leave. Once standing I tossed the jacket back down on the couch and stood in front of him. He watched as the jacket landed on the sofa and then made eye contact with me. I stood there motionless for a few seconds. I knew I had him when I saw his eyes drop to the floor and then travel slowly back up my body, I made it my business to shift my stance a little placing my hand on my hip. His eyes journeyed no more as he gazed into my eyes.

I took both my hands and motioned toward my body as if to put myself on display. I asked, “do you like what you see?”

“Yep,” he sounded so nonchalant about it. It kinda pissed me off.

I place both hands at my on my hips and stuck a pose adding, “so what do you see?”

Without hesitation he spat, “a married woman.”

It was like the dj scratch the record and the music abruptly stopped. Okay he was right, I was married but that is not the answer I was expecting. Don’t get me wrong I love my husband. He is a great provider, protector, and I can say he truly loves me. But my husband Alex is so fucking boring. He wasn’t always that way; it seems that after he hit forty he just didn’t feel like doing much of anything. I know it takes a lot of time and energy to run a successful construction company, but damn he needs to put aside some time and energy for us. Now I’m in this odd predicament standing in front of my ex-lover ready and willing, and he rather play with my conscience than play with my pussy. He has another thing coming, he must have forgotten that I love to be in control. I advanced towards him and asked again, “do you like what you see?”

Once again he gave a nonchalant, “Yep.”

Time to kick it up a notch. I took my left leg eased my way between his legs. Then I took my right leg and nudged his left leg open. I started to slowly sway my hips from side to side as if I was making love to a song. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips; which forced him to sit up a bit. I asked again, “so WHAT do you see?”

With his eyes still lock on mine he gave a brief smile and spoke, “I see a marr…”

I placed my fore finger on his lips and would not allow him to finish his statement. I leaned within a foot of his face and asked, “do you miss it?” With my finger still on his lips he nodded his head up and down. I removed my finger and got a little closer, “do you want it?”

I felt his strong hands tighten on my waist, a grip that was familiar to me. I steadied myself as he lifted my 140 pound frame off its feet and pulled me in closer. I spread my legs mid-flight so that I may straddle what was sure to be my last ride of the night. Once on top of him, he started to lift my dress over my head. I quickly tucked my necklace in to prevent it from snagging the material. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and push it back and down his arms. It was easy to see how defined his body was through the tank top tee he wore underneath his clothing. Jeff believed in being well-groomed and it was such a turn on. I love a bald man with a freshly trimmed beard and goatee. Just the sight of him warmed my body and started a natural lubrication process. He pulled me close and we began to kiss. Soft intimate pecks at first but with each passing second they got wetter and longer until his tongue was buried in my mouth. I tipped my head to the side as he eased his lips down my neck. His hands traveled up my back to my bra strap and like a pro, he unclasp the bra with one hand while the other was harmoniously sliding the straps off my shoulders.

He gave my body the old once over, “damn April,” is all he could say. Hell yeah I kept my body tight, he didn’t have to say much more. I knew how turned on he was by the constant throbbing of his manhood that was growing underneath me. I reached down and started to unbuckle his belt as he pulled at the perfect bows I tied on each hip to take off my g-string. After finally unwrapping my prize, I elevated my body and slowly lowered myself back down allowing this moist pussy to engulf him inch by inch until he was completely submerged within my walls.

“Now, relax and enjoy the show,” I started gyrating my hips in the most peculiar patterns. Patterns that made no sense at all to him. But from the look on Jeff’s face and the loud groans he was releasing I don’t think he cared. Ten minutes later, “And again,” I said for the about the 15th time.

“April what are you OOH! April what d… Baby… Ooh shit…” I giggled, he could barely speak as I continued to work his ass over.

“Don’t bitch up on me yet, I’m not quite finished.” I knew just what to say to keep his attention. “I know what you trying to ask. You want to know what I’m doing and why I keep saying again. Well I will have you know Jeffrey Thompson, I have been spelling your name in cursive and I want to see how many times I can write your name on my walls before you ex…

He cried out, “Quincy!” cutting me off.

“What?” I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, then he said it again.

“Quincy.. IT’S my middle name.”

I laughed and continued to work my magic now including his middle name in the mix. It wasn’t too long after when I felt an explosion deep within me, it was as if the temperature changed in my body. We didn’t move at all; it was something about just staying in that position that turned me on, still feeling pulsations from my joystick. I could have sat there straddling him all night. But after ten minutes had passed I had to wake him up. I gently shook him, “wake up babe, I gotta go.” I got no response so I shook him again, “Alex, wake up, I have to go.” Damn It! I hope he did not hear that.

“I’m not Alex April. And as many times as you claimed to write my name you should know damn well who the fuck I am!” Okay I guess its safe to say I have pissed him off. –MORE TO COME

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5 thoughts on “Jeff’s House – The EX-perience “Teaser 2”

  1. Wow is all I can say, I really enjoyed this piece and also enjoy your writing voice. Thanks for sharing. I hope you continue to add to this piece, i would like to know what happens.

    1. Michelle, again thanks for the comments. I actually considered adding on to this piece weekly or bi-weekly. I already started thinking of ideas for the various plots. We will see. Glad you enjoyed it.

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