John Clayton - Practice does it

Davey stared at her, then at his coffee. He downed the remainder in one gulp and slapped a quarter on the counter, rose and lumbered out. He was a big man. Adele observed his broad shoulders and slightly bow legs. He was actually rather handsome, and if the situation were different, Adele might have been attracted to him again, but as it was…

Adele had only been in town for two weeks and already she was ready to move on. She sighed as she picked up Davey's cup and swept his quarter into her palm. Life was exceedingly cruel to her, she thought. Her pussy ached for a man again, but she was afraid to get permanently involved with anyone, afraid for anyone to know her soul at all. That bastard Tony! He wouldn't leave her alone even now that he was dead!

Adele was terribly tired when she got off work that evening. She walked, stopping at the drugstore to pick up some soap and cosmetics. Her apartment wasn't far from work and she was home in a few minutes. The driveway back to her room above the garage was lined with aged oaks that formed an arch over the drive and nearly blocked out the sun. It was always cool under the oaks despite the heat. Her room was nestled back among the branches and she liked its quiet seclusion. It was the one thing she did like about this place.

It was around sundown when Adele entered her apartment and plopped down on the couch. The meager furnishings of the room glanced back at her with an echo of her exhaustion. The couch doubled as her bed at night, and there was a small wooden table in a corner of the room with three unmatched chairs to go with it. The floor was uncarpeted. Adele got up and went into the bathroom where she started to draw a bath. She set the water hot and poured bath oils and powders into the rising water.

Everything comes back to its source, Adele reflected. Her desire and lust brought men like Tony to her. No matter how much she might try to escape, Tony and those like him kept coming back to her. And her desire; no sooner had she satisfied it than it began again, first as a fleeting feeling and then growing into an itch, an incurable, tickling itch between her thighs.

She stood over the tub watching the waters, slick with their beautifying oils and feeling the warm vapors rising to her nostrils. The scents were sex and her loins were hot with the need. It had been weeks since she'd had a man. Her desire scorched her pussy and flushed her cheeks. She lowered her hand down her abdomen, stroking the treasure below and thinking, my poor, over-worked pussy.

She returned to the main room and drew the curtains, then went to stand in front of the full-length mirror beside the bathroom door. She observed her body, the gentle curve of her back, her high rounded rump. She placed her hands on her hips and stroked them, smoothing her crisp uniform.

Facing the mirror, she began to unbutton her blouse. She paused after the first button and ran her finger over the embroidered name above the left pocket, "Adele" in bright blue resting on her tit. She came back to the buttons, opening them slowly to reveal her tits tightly haltered by the bra. She took the blouse off and neatly hung it in the closet, then looked at herself again in the mirror, wearing only her bra above her waist. Her tits were large and the tightly squeezed flesh overflowed the cups.

She reached behind her and her tits tumbled down onto her chest. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the bra off. Her tits hung low now, glowing in the light of the single lamp, and the nipples pointed like darts from the tips of the mounds. She brought her hands up under her tits and felt the warm flesh, and she rubbed her milky-white breasts together. A man! What she wouldn't give to have a man here, to hold her tits and suck the nipples. She felt them herself; they were rock-hard.

Adele strode into the bathroom and turned the water off. The tub was full and steamy. She came back out and removed her skirt, then her hose. She stood in front of the mirror, clad only in a pair of brief black panties. She admired her voluptuous figure, swished her ass in the mirror at herself. Then she slipped out of the panties and turned to look at herself head-on. Her bush was black as ebony, and the hairs glistened. She pulled a chair up in front of the mirror and sat down on it, spreading her legs wide so she could look up into the pink cave.

Adele closed her eyes and let her finger glide slowly down her tummy until it was moving through the ebony forest and came brushing over the precipice, plunging down inside her slit.

Her pussy was hot and sticky, ready for cock, and she probed hungrily. Her middle finger dove deep into her cove while her thumb played at the tip of her clit tickling the stiff twig and causing her to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her legs spread wide and her fingers clawing at her dripping cunt. Her breathing was heavy and thick. She jammed her finger into her cunt, tore at the clit, wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs, "Fuck me!!! Somebody fuck me!!!"

Suddenly she jumped from the chair and, running with her finger still stuck up her cunt, went to the dresser and flung the drawer open, groping there until she pulled out a long, black leather dildo. She tore her fingers from her cunt and pressed the dildo to her cheek, and then fell upon the couch, flung her legs wide and thrust the huge black leather shaft into her flaming hole with grunts and moans.

She worked it around and around, up and down, faster and faster. The thing was stiff and it rubbed her clit like sandpaper, but it just made her groan and thrust harder and faster. Finally it brought her to the climax and she came in an agonizing spasm, plunging the dildo in and out with force and speed.

When her climax reached its peak she let out a weak cry and fell back, exhausted. The dildo stayed stabbed into her like a lance as she closed her eyes and lay limp, panting.

When she regained her wind, she slipped the dildo out and set it on the coffee table and then rose and went into the bathroom. She felt the water and then stepped in, first with her left foot and then her right. She lowered her body slowly into the water, feeling the soothing warmth and scented oils calming her, relaxing her. She closed her eyes and in a few moments she was at peace, drifting along in half-sleep. She lay like that for fifteen minutes in total peace. Then she heard a noise.

She opened her eyes with a start and listened. Nothing. She listened a few minutes longer but heard nothing. Just as she was getting relaxed again she heard a sharp rap at the door. It made her start. She jumped up from the tub, shivering, and wrapped a towel around her naked body.

Adele opened the bathroom door and stood, dripping wet in front of the locked door. Rap, rap, rap! came the sound of big knuckles on the cheap wooden door.

"Who's there?" she shouted.

"It's me, Davey," came the reply.

Davey! she thought and her mind grew excited. She quickly opened the door. Davey was leaning against the wall. When he saw Adele standing in front of him, dripping wet inside a towel, his eyes popped nearly out of his head.

Adele looked at Davey and saw the lust in his eyes. She felt his stare ignite her. She stepped aside from the door and Davey sauntered in.

She closed the door behind him and locked it. She leaned against the locked door and suddenly thought maybe she couldn't see him twice as he was about to be married, but she no longer cared. She needed a man, she had to have a big, hard cock or she would burst with desire.

Davey stood in the middle of the room, not a little uneasily. This was a little more than he had expected. Actually, he hadn't known what to expect – he had just come here because he couldn't stay away. He had to find out. Now that he was actually inside, actually standing in front of Adele dressed in nothing but a bath towel, all his courage escaped him. His tongue cleaved to his palate and his legs turned to clay. He stood like a statue. Adele observed him, growing calmer and more resolute. She could feel his fear and it made her smile.