Maxine Stone's New Life
Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl
Chapter 83
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 83 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Coercion Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Mystery Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Fisting Transformation Prostitution
"Eddie, you might want to take your hands off my ass," I said into his ear. The jukebox was always loud at the cop out.
"I don't want to do that," he said. "You really don't want me to either."
"Eddie, I'm in no shape for wild sex. I just got out of the hospital slightly over a week ago."
"I know all that and I don't care. I just want to be with you. We can find something that we can do." His grin was wide enough so that I saw it even in the dark.
"Oh really, and what did you have in mind?" I asked.
"You were a teenager once, what did you do before you could fuck?" he asked.
"You know damn well what I did. Most likely you have done the same." I said.
"Then let's go climb into the backseat of your car and do it again." he suggested. "Come on it will be fun to pretend you are a kid again."
"Not in the parking lot of the Cop Out," I said.
"Aw come on," he begged.
"Not here," I reiterated.
"Then let's go somewhere else." he demanded as he held me tight against him. I could feel his hard cock and knew that I would go along with almost anything.
"Where?" I asked breathlessly.
"I live with my folks," he said.
"I can't take you to my place." I explained.
"Then out in the parking lot," he said with a laugh.
'No," I replied before he began to grind his hard cock against my belly. I was in no condition to refuse him.
"Yes, let's go." He said.
"I need my coat," I whispered.
"Then get it, but be quick." he demanded
"Got to go guys," I said as I retrieved my coat from the back of my chair.
"Isn't he a bit young?" Vlad asked.
"If I was planning to keep him sure, but I just want to barrow him for an hour or so." I smiled at him. "Call me in the morning." I waited for him to nod his agreement, then I left.
Eddie took my hand, but in the end I had to lead him to my cruiser. Once we were in the back seat, he tried to smother me with kisses, and choke me with his tongue. I didn't mind at all. I not only cooperated, I gave back as good as I got. We were both gasping for air before his hand found its way to my breast. He massaged my left breast through my sweater. It felt wonderful, but I knew there were even better things to come.
Sure enough he slipped his left hand under my sweater and massaged my right breast. At the same time his right hand went under my sweater to run up and down my back. His hands were softer than I would have liked, but I wasn't about to complain.
I was moving ever closer toward an orgasm, when he placed my hand on his naked cock. I had no idea how he managed to get it out of his pants without me noticing, but there it was. It was warm and smooth. It was also hard and slippery. I was at an awkward angle but I still managed to stroke it well enough for his hips to being moving. He was trying to fuck my hand and it felt wonderful.
I released his cock long enough to unbutton and lower the zipper on my jeans. I forced one of his hand into my panties. I wasn't even sure which of his hands it was. I twisted around so that I was straddling his legs. I was able to reach his cock while I made way for him to reach me as well. We rocked back and forth on each others hands until I felt him his warm sperm first in my hand then on my sweater. He shot a huge load onto me.
The warm sticky feeling helped me to get to my own orgasm. It had to, when he came he stopped moving his fingers inside me. I reached down to manipulate my clit to finish. It was a huge relief to cum with him.
After I came I collapsed onto his chest. Both of us had our clothes still on, but twisted in all kinds of strange ways. It took me several long seconds for my breathing to get under control. It had not returned to normal by any means, but I could at least get enough oxygen to my body so that I calmed down a little.
"God you are wonderful," he said.
Be sure you tell Lucas that, I wanted to say, but I didn't. I simply said. "Thank you, you weren't too bad either. I got off him carefully because I was in a little pain from the incision. I wasn't sure if it was the surgery or the knife wound that stung a little, but it didn't matter. I decided to forgo any more exertion and just drive home.
Once I was standing outside the car, with my clothes reasonably back to normal, I said, "Get your clothes on and go home Eddie."
"God I want to go home with you," he said.
"Not a chance," I replied. I was back in control by that time.
"Alright," he said.
The wet sweater was uncomfortable during the drive home. I did all the security checks before I opened the gate. I was sure that Vlad would show up one day, just to prove he could. Evidently it wasn't the night for it.
"Hello there Mr. Cat," I said as I got out of the car. "How was your evening?" He didn't answer. "I know you are the strong silent type. You have had your dinner and your aspirin so I got nothing for you. Except the offer of a warm room and a soft bed. How about it."
The cat looked at me and walked back to the woods. He didn't even wait till I left. He wanted me to know that he could resist me. "Playing hard to get aren't you. Well it won't work." I called after him.
I was sure glad that the sweater was cotton. At least I could get the Asian chicks to wash it. I would hate to take it into the dry cleaners and imagine the Bill Clinton jokes in the back room. I fell into bed exhausted. I was awakened in the middle of the night by one of those freak winter thunder and lightning storms. There was a noise outside my door that sounded like a baby crying. I picked up the 10mm, which I had been carrying since my meet with Vladimir, then I moved to the door.
When I swung it open a streak shot past me. It took me more than a second to realize that I didn't need to hit the floor or shoot at the Cat. He had decided to come inside away from the flash of lightning and the boom of thunder. He probably wasn't thrilled by the prospect of the cold rain either.
I found him a dirty sweatshirt to curl up in, since he still wouldn't come near me. When I was pretty sure he was comfortable, I climbed back into bed. I could actually hear his breathing. It was fast and shallow. He was frightened.
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