Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

She came back with the coffee in a few minutes and he took his cup clumsily, nearly dropping the saucer when he forgot to grip it as well.

"You'll feel better when you get some of that stuff in you," she said. She held his hands with her own, steadying his shaky grip as he sipped the strong black brew.

He knew coffee was a joke when it came to sobering up a drunk. What was the line – Give coffee to a drunk and all you get is a wide-awake drunk! But still he felt better, more human, after a few swallows of the thick black coffee had settled uncertainly in his stomach.

"Aren't you having any? I hate to drink alone," he joked and then promptly proceeded to spill a trail of dark staining coffee down the front of his shirt and trousers. "Damn… I knew I was doing too well."

"Well, no harm done… just get out of those clothes and I'll clean 'em up. We waitresses are wizards at things like that. I've cleaned up a lot worse… some things I wouldn't even tell you about."

Don glanced around. "Right here?" he asked uncomfortably.

"Sure… I was married for six years until the bastard took up with a kid with swivel hips and a hunger for older men. I've seen all there is to see," she winked. "And besides… you've got on undershorts, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but…"

"C'mon, bashful… you'd go swimming at the pool with a lot less on, I'd bet. Let's get that coffee out of your clothes before it stains."

Don undressed nervously as she turned away. He felt uncomfortable yet perversely excited at the same time. He wasn't ashamed for her to see him. He knew that he had a nice body, hardened in all the right places from honest work. Only one thing… tonight it was hard somewhere else as well!

She pretended not to notice, but she caught the furtive downward glance and the slight turn of her lips as she saw the bulging ridge in his shorts. "Okay… I'll clean 'em up and put them in front of the oven to dry."

"Uh, yeah… where's the little boy's room."

She turned as she was leaving the living room.

"Oh… you need any help?"

"Not this time," he smiled, his cock nearly bursting out of his drawers. "Maybe later."

She winked again. "That's a deal."

She was already back when he finished in the bathroom, emptying his beer-bloated bladder of a night's accumulation of beer. She had loosened the first few buttons on her dress and one or two at the bottom as well, exposing deliciously the rich fullness of her curvaceous breasts and the milky smoothness of her white inner thighs. He couldn't help staring but Lucy didn't seem to mind… she opened another button, grinning invitingly up at him as she sat on the sofa.

He watched in rapt fascination as she unbuttoned her dress to the waist and he could see the soft curving swells of her breasts straining at the cups of her brassiere.

"Damn, they're beautiful!" he blurted with out meaning to. "Oh, I'm sorry… I guess I was just thinking out loud."

"Don't apologize, honey… that's the kind of thinking I like to hear." She finished opening the last button and waved him over to the sofa. "Kiss me, Don… kiss me, please!"

He leaned over her and kissed her on the full redness of her lips, smiling and trying to act nonchalant… like this kind of thing was everyday to him. The real truth was that he had never strayed in the years of marriage to Diane, not even once.

Don sat on the edge of the sofa and the waitress moistened her lips with a swipe of her tongue, at the same time grasping his hand and forcing it between her breasts. She squeezed her full voluptuous tits in together and he could feel their hotness crushing his opened hand.

Suddenly, she twisted around and stretched out on the sofa, bringing him down on top of her as she reclined. Her legs opened brazenly and then closed around his; he could feel the warmth of her crotch against his upper thigh as the bulging rigidity of his prick insinuated itself against the softness of her bare leg. She wore only panties under the opened dress and he could see almost all of her now, her slightly rounded little belly and her crisp white undies with just the faintest hint of a dark vee-shaped mound beneath them. His stiff erection ached inside his shorts and she caressed it with her thigh until both of them could feel the warm stickiness of his seminal secretions staining his drawers.

"Honey, you've got a nice hunk of cock down there… I'll bet it would like to wiggle between my legs, how about it?" she purred invitingly, still rubbing his cock with her leg. She threw her arms around him and kissed him anxiously, with the frenzied passion of a woman without a man, the special kind of almost legendary divorcee passion. Her body twitched in anxious eagerness and her hot tiny tongue wriggled between his teeth and played tug-of-war with his own until he forced his own down her throat. She sucked on it demonically, biting and nibbling at the fleshiness of it as she ground her crotch against his leg… the fervent heat of her steaming slit was like an iron against his thigh!

"Oh, baby… I can't wait any longer. Get out of your drawers and put it in me. God, put it in my cunt before I scream!" she choked.

Don pushed himself off her warm curvaceousness reluctantly, and modesty made him turn away from her as he stepped out of his jockey shorts. He turned back just as she lifted herself off the sofa and unhooked her brassiere – her breasts spilled free in a cascade of womanhood, huge resilient mounds of naked tit-flesh! She wiggled seductively out of her panties and lay back on the sofa, as naked as a jaybird for she hadn't been wearing stockings in the summer heat. His eyes were drawn to the pink caps of her nipples and he hungered to take them in his mouth and kiss and lick them until she groaned with desire.

She smiled up at him, her breath shallow and irregular as she stared numbly at the rigid beauty of his erection, long and hard as it jutted from his crotch. Her legs parted and Don could see the hair-rimmed slit of her pussy, already pouting and beaded with tiny dewdrops of moistness.

"Mmmmm, baby… I knew you'd have a nice big one! I knew it!" she gasped appreciatively and wiggled against the back of the sofa to make room for him.

Don crawled in beside her, resting his hand gently on the warm swell of her hip. His fingers moved down the voluptuous curve to the firm cheeks of her buttocks, smooth and unblemished like a teenager's behind. She was hot and quivering against him and she hungrily searched again for his lips and kissed him with renewed animalish desires.

"Oh, hurry, lover… we don't have a lot of time and I want you in me as long as I can have it!" She reached down between their naked bodies until her trembling fingers brushed the blood-engorged thickness of his erection. Her fingers encircled it tenderly, lovingly and she squeezed it fondly in her palm.

Don groaned from the exquisite pressure of her fingers around his cock. It had been a long time since he had known a moment like this, for marital sex, no matter how good, was never as wickedly thrilling and exciting as a romp in the bed with a stranger. The joy of discovery, the thrill of arousing passion in someone you don't know… it was a thousand times better than sex with his wife, and he knew it!

Her aroused feminine nakedness squirmed against him and he shivered at the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. Her wriggling loins rubbed against his and he felt her thighs clamp, hotly around his cock as if she wanted to trap him and hold him for her naked lusts!

Suddenly, she pulled at his shoulders, urging him onto her full squirming nakedness. He obliged willingly and her thighs splayed widely around his lean muscled hips.

"Mmmmm, you're so strong and hard! Fuck me, honey, hurt me with your big hard dick! Hurt me soooo goooodd!" she begged, tears of desire actually trickling from her fluttering eye lids. Her hands were everywhere, caressing, touching, searching all the secret masculine hollows of his firm muscled body as his prick jutted upward between her thighs. The knobbish head of his cock rubbed incitingly over the pouting moist lips of her, vagina and she squirmed upward against his hard young torso; she ground her loins invitingly up at him in anxious arousal. She reached between her legs and wantonly spread the fleshy labial lips of her cunt, allowing him greater access to the flowering heat of her cunt.