This is a continuation of the story.
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6.
Back at home Brad once again found solace in the cushions of the couch. His muscles relaxed, the absence of the constant strain of keeping up a masquerade, one where the mask and his face were one of the same, for now was gone.
” You alright?”. Liz said.
Brad’s eyes snapped open.
” Yes, just a bit tired”
” I thought you rather enjoyed yourself?” Liz said. She pottered around the living room.
” Yeah it was fine.” He said sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
” The food was great, don’t you think?” She said, tending to some letters on the cupboard, paying him no attention.”
” It was okay.” Brad said, he leaned his head back letting the cushion take the weight. “At least I got fed for listening to that twat.”
“Brad!” Liz snapped a look at him.
“What?” Brad replied, he let out a laugh. Liz smiled.
“Okay I guess he is a bit… unique,” She said. Liz continued sifting through the letters. ” Sarah’s very pretty don’t you think?” she said, pretending to inspect a letter. She did this sometimes, baited him to see his reaction.
Brad froze on the name. ” She looked okay.” He said, trying to sound casual.
” O bull crap, she looked gorgeous,” she looked at him, fully aware of his truth bending. “And you know it.”
Lying would be pointless, and Brad was sure she had no idea what had happened, so he agreed. ” Yes she is quite the young woman.” He said.
Liz, content with his answer, continued. ” You never told me you went over there a few days ago.”
Brad felt uncomfortable deceiving Liz. “ I don’t know, it didn’t seem important.” He said. Thinking on the spot, he changed the subject.
“ Anyway Harry had no oil, I got some in town, that reminds me I gotta check the levels, make sure it’s perfect.”
He stood up but continued to talk. “ O it’s been so long, all that hard work, remember when it was all rusty, it’s come such a long way.” He carried on while making his way to the garage.
Liz wasn’t stupid, something was off, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She knew Brad, could tell when something bothered him. Perhaps the car had him excited and on edge or maybe she had pushed him too far, forcing him to go to dinner with the Dentons.
Whatever suspicions Liz had they evaporated that night. Brad made love to her. He took her in a vigorous way, a way she had not experienced since they were younger. Brad still felt for Liz, but despite this, as he took his wife to bed the image of Sarah still plagued his mind.
7.
Brad leaned over looking at the engine. Finally done, he thought. A couple of days had passed since that dinner. He had thought of Sarah but recently focusing on the car, cleared his mind. He lowered the hood applying slight pressure to close it.
“ Wow, such care and attention.” A voice said.
Brad turned on his feet. By the garage door, Sarah stood. She had on a large black overcoat, her hair tied in a neat ponytail. Even with the overcoat Brad could still make out her slim body and curves.
“ Sarah, what are you doing here?” He said.
“I wanted to see this car you’ve been giving so much attention too.” she said.
“ Well as you can see I’m busy.” Brad said in a commanding voice, and standing up straight.
“ I’m sooo bored today,” She said walking forward, her eyes seductive, she gave a cursory look around before settling on Brad. “Maybe you can keep me entertained.”
Brad firmly took her by the arm.
“ Look, Sarah,” He said, directing her to the garage door. “ What happened cannot happen again, it was a mistake. Now please just go.” He let go of her arm hoping she would leave and turned his attention back on the car.
“ I’m not going anywhere.” She said.
Sarah unfolded the knot that held the overcoat closed. Brad turned in shock. He watched as she let the coat slide off her to the ground, this whole time she had worn only her underwear underneath. Brad moved quickly as he pulled her back in. Sarah laughed as he frantically closed the garage door shut.
“ Are you crazy?” he shouted, grabbing her with both arms.
He stared into her eyes and then momentarily landed on her large breasts held in a black bra. Sarah moved forward pressing herself against him. Brad backed away only for his rear to be met by the hood of the car.
“Maybe I am crazy.” Sarah said.
She rubbed up against him pressing her soft breasts on his chest. Brad couldn’t resist. They kissed. Sarah dry humped against his groin. She applied the right amount of pressure, her pelvis gyrating over his. She carried on. His bulge stuck out, poking her panties.
Sarah moved back, as she did Brad moved with her, their lips hardly parting. She smiled at him, then, spreading her legs she leaned forward on the hood of the car. He pulled her knickers down. Sarah moaned as he ran his fingers around her slit, priming her. She was already wet for him. Looking forward, Sarah watched Brad in the reflection of the front window, as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Moving forward he gripped his cock and started to rub his head around her vagina. She let out a sigh as he teased it. Her wet southern lips covered his man meat with her fluid.
As he pushed, he felt the resistance of her tight pussy. Sarah let out a low cry as he shoved fully in her. Back and forth he went, he kept a firm grip on her hips pulling her to him in time with his thrusts, going deep. She let out a series of moans as he penetrated her, occasionally screaming. The sound of his pelvis slamming against her butt cheeks filled the garage.
“Keep it down.” Brad said. He paused for a moment, taking it out of her.
Sarah smiled, she got up and grabbed his hand.
“ I know where we can make as much noise as we want.” with a cheeky smile she led him into the back of the car.
He sat back, the leather seat cool to the touch on his back, Brad watched as Sarah maneuvered into place. She climbed on top of him, sitting just on his knees, she unhooked her bra. He’s eyes widened as her bra fell away. Moving his hands from her hips he gripped both of her breasts. Sarah clasped her hands on top of his as he pressed them.
She craned her neck to the side as she elevated herself over him, her head touching the roof. Taking his cock in her hand, she directed it in. Brad groaned as she lowered. Her breasts bounced up and down as she raised and lowered herself on it.
They transitioned horizontally on the seats, Brad lied back as Sarah began to ride him. He watched as she rocked back and forth, biting her lower lip in pleasure. He groped at her breasts as she picked up pace, squeezing them together, driving her crazy.
Sarah let herself go. Squeals and moans of ecstasy expelled with each entry. Her hands pressed against Brad’s chest, supporting her as she grinded him. As she neared bliss, she leaned back.
Brad moved his hand from her stomach to her breast occasionally. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He could feel himself building up, ready to erupt. Grabbing her waist he thrusted up in her. He groaned as he came deep inside of her.
The act sent Sarah over the edge and she let out a concert of moans and screams. She remained on top after she had climaxed his cock still in her, twitching as she caught her breath.
collapsing on him, her head turned sideways on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart.
They laid there for a while, Brad stroked her silk hair, as she panted.
What the fuck am I doing? He thought as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
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